Writing lines
Attempts to cry
Nothing works
Going high
Coming down
Trying to die
Candles flicker through the smoke of opium incense
You and me
There's no hope, no love, no sense of life
Dead souls,
Just like the common season
Just like we live and pass
I think around in circles 'till my brain starts to
When did it all become so complicated, so fucking overrated?
When
So many walked this path before
So many opened up these
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