For what it’s worth
I was happy for a minute
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Thank you &
I miss you

The world is on fire,
Where is the water?

I'll walk away from this land,
Where nothing good ever happens.

When the sun shines in pride,
I see anger bloom all around.

When the wind laughs,
It takes away my joy.

Heavy rain of silence,
Left to drown me in remorse.

Chains of burden,
hinder me from leaving this land.

I feel dead and drained from unearthing  escape routes,
Perhaps my afterlife will be more promising.


Drifting off into a day dream,
Appears to be my only escape,
Where I walk away from this land,
Where nothing good ever happens.

In the end, each life is no more than the sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own lack of purpose
says the enlightenment.
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But that doesnt make sense either
and I dont know why.