There are no thoughts within the abyss of boringness along with nothingness inside my brain. I know I am constantly thinking, but.. I can never understand even what I am satiny I'm spitting words like a rap song that wouldn't even make it to the underground were the action and contributions to the world take place. I just can't handle it. All this work. I'm exhausted. I am done.
When something is finished,
It becomes unused and throw away
To exploit the past time used
While not only comparing or vice years ,
But yourself precisely,
You learn to understating he situations Around you.
I'm so
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