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Jun 2018
This is how I feel right now
Obsolete manuscript
No one reads and no one needs
Pages lost, incomplete
No one knows what it means
Minds grow dark, so suddenly
I was lost on your street

Hey I'm talking to myself
I can hear you listening in
To my thoughts, to my dreams
What I want, can't compete
Obsolete

Take me to the water's edge
Let me stand in the sand
Let me hear the waves crash-land
Useless part
This useless heart
Useless art
What am I? Why am I
Incomplete?
Obsolete

This is how it feels right now
Obsolete manuscript
No one reads, no one needs
Useless part
This useless heart
Useless art
What am I? Why am I
Incomplete?
Obsolete

All I want
Can't compete
All I want
Is a sleep
All I want
Incomplete
All I want
Obsolete
Regina Spektor's words, not mine. They just fit so well to my general feeling of my life and it seems that way for others as well.
Elexer
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Elexer  TN
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