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I need friend
To spend these empty days of mine
Where I talk to myself
And try to make myself happy

To have a coffee
To drink a little bit
To take a walk
To give a hug

The universe wants me cold
As I live this solitary life.
Let’s not sleep—
let’s overthink!
Let’s rethink
every awkward blink.

Let’s write a novel
in our head,
then cry about
what we should’ve said.

Sleep is boring.
Peace is fake.
Let’s spiral till
the morning breaks.

— The End —