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Another day passes by, With me not knowing why. A grin is plastered on my face, Like a maniac running from something he hates; yet I still enjoy the feeling of the chase. The tension made it an ill-looking smile; then the idea was washed over me. I feel this way because... I was useless. I was useless yet did nothing to solve this problem. I'll idly do something as I remember all the things that should've been done, It haunts me every second, minute, and hour. I was a menace, A menace to myself and everyone; Felt like an actor reading a script. But then again, someone said that life and all is like a play And the world is a stage. It makes everything feel surreal, Like a living dream.
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Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 9:09 PM UTC
10:07 AM 05/02/21
Another day passes by, With me not knowing why. A grin is plastered on my face, Like a maniac running from something he hates; yet I still enjoy the feeling of the chase. The tension made it an ill-looking smile; then the idea was washed over me. I feel this way because... I was useless. I was useless yet did nothing to solve this problem. I'll idly do something as I remember all the things that should've been done, It haunts me every second, minute, and hour. I was a menace, A menace to myself and everyone; Felt like an actor reading a script. But then again, someone said that life and all is like a play And the world is a stage. It makes everything feel surreal, Like a living dream.
"Sometimes people are clouds, they pass by without saying goodbye"
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Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 9:09 PM UTC
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