We stretch out our hands,
Waiting for salvation.
We watch the dripping sands
Of the hourglass with poignant resignation.
Our society demands
Of us to disregard those in isolation.
But the isolation is the only thing that understands
That this life is really nothing but eternal damnation.
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 8:17 PM UTC
We stretch out our hands,
Waiting for salvation.
We watch the dripping sands
Of the hourglass with poignant resignation.
Our society demands
Of us to disregard those in isolation.
But the isolation is the only thing that understands
That this life is really nothing but eternal damnation.
This week has been nothing but stressful, and I'm on the edge of losing my ******* mind.
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