difficulty of conversation.
feel like such a baby on this planet
as no stranger to desperate feelings
in a lonely life that’s filled with regret,
while inhabitants of dirty feelings
keep mentioning something about leaving.
questions are created by our darkness
feeling the universe not listening,
falling towards eternal nothingness-
empty like naked already undressed.
sincerity unfolds as secrets aimed
towards ideas that don’t reach success.
and for this drowning who are we to blame?
no one to blame for this isolation.
no one to blame but our hesitation.
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