God, why does nothing make me feel alive anymore-
I’ve nothing to wile me into contentment-
The way existence seemed so zoetic as I’ve chased after lovers through a garden of futility
I just wish I could trick myself into happiness.. even if it were temporary.. even if it would destroy me....
Because everyday I rediscover living is so dark and so cold and ever so lonely
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC
God, why does nothing make me feel alive anymore-
I’ve nothing to wile me into contentment-
The way existence seemed so zoetic as I’ve chased after lovers through a garden of futility
I just wish I could trick myself into happiness.. even if it were temporary.. even if it would destroy me....
Because everyday I rediscover living is so dark and so cold and ever so lonely
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