i want to go to my home
not quite where i belong
because what i deserve is better
but even a housecat knows none of us will get what we deserve
not in these fleeting lives
of insignificance
i once thought there was nothing after death
and I'm sure that later on I might just wish so
but for now I'm waiting
to go home
while humanity tears itself apart
the same way it always has
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 10:17 PM UTC
i want to go to my home
not quite where i belong
because what i deserve is better
but even a housecat knows none of us will get what we deserve
not in these fleeting lives
of insignificance
i once thought there was nothing after death
and I'm sure that later on I might just wish so
but for now I'm waiting
to go home
while humanity tears itself apart
the same way it always has
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