Focus.
FOCUS.
Ugh.
Just forget it.
My four seconds of trying.
I always get stuck about forbidden thoughts.
Life is just birth from death. We define ourselves as success and failures.
There is no in between.
We turn into ashes. There's no sparkle in great human's ashes. They're all the same.
It is what we feel. What we touch. What we see.
A meaning, dear. I am seeking for a meaning of all this. All this rush.
Am I ever going to be happy with my life?
Is this all I am ever gonna have?
Maybe I wasn't made for this life. I was just created to be destroyed.
Maybe this is it. This is just it.
Am I ever gonna be great? Am I ever gonna make things great? Am I ever gonna matter?
I am so plain. So dull. I am so easy to forget.
Why do I feel always out of place? Does this feeling have an end?
Or do I have to end it myself?
FOCUS.
Ugh.
Just forget it.
My four seconds of trying.
I always get stuck about forbidden thoughts.
Life is just birth from death. We define ourselves as success and failures.
There is no in between.
We turn into ashes. There's no sparkle in great human's ashes. They're all the same.
It is what we feel. What we touch. What we see.
A meaning, dear. I am seeking for a meaning of all this. All this rush.
Am I ever going to be happy with my life?
Is this all I am ever gonna have?
Maybe I wasn't made for this life. I was just created to be destroyed.
Maybe this is it. This is just it.
Am I ever gonna be great? Am I ever gonna make things great? Am I ever gonna matter?
I am so plain. So dull. I am so easy to forget.
Why do I feel always out of place? Does this feeling have an end?
Or do I have to end it myself?
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