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dream

feel like a waste of space

would this world be better without me

this world would always go on without me

if i die is there a void

will i regret in the end or perish with bliss

always to be forgotten anyway i'll always be forgotten

an empty bag lays on the sidewalk

made of plastic

in the wind it goes, i'll go in the wind

just forget cause i'm starting to not see the point

in the lines

that used to be so important to me

they get blurry.

feel like my life is meaningless, what's the point in all this suffer?

cause death isn't half bad it gives meaning to a

meaningless life

meaningless empty plastic bag

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May 30, 2021
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