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What happens, when something happens.
What caused something, and why did it get caused.
Who caused it, and when did it even become a thing.
Why are things so complicated?

There is no answer to that,
Maybe it's your own mind making it complicated,
Stop thinking so much, don’t overthink.
Ok…

I think kiwis are nice fruits.
Raspberries too.
The pop of the taste in the mouth.
Vivid.I love vivid things.
I like dreaming.I like it too much.
I wake up, and I want to be trapped by my dreams,
And i definitely would prefer dreams over real life as
The lesser of two evils, is definitely still lesser,
But what even is a lesser evil,what even is evil,
But no, I should stop thinking.Listen.
Genocide is totally fine.We’re destroying our planet,
And that’s alright too,nothing matters,just get your money,
Buy stuff so trickle down economics works later on,
Be nothing more than a mindless consumer,
Sense pleasures, after all, are all you need.
Which is a lie,I specialise in sarcasm,
And also confusion combined with paradoxes.

I want nothing more than to do my work,
But I am too lazy to even make a start,
I see everything I need to improve,
Yet I stay stuck in inaction,
Stagnating for another person to criticise.
Ready to understand and make emotional connections,
Yet I shun other people, or better yet am shunned by them.
Maybe my problem is I think in I.
I should take a 3rd person perspective,
The perspective that I already have,
Which leads to nothing but an inherent nihilism.
It is not false.After all nothing really matters inherently.It matters to us and that is such.
Thus, do I matter.At all?
I don’t feel like I can achieve, even though I’ve been told about my potential,
I could be great if I put the effort in,
OH yeah,cheers I know that.
It’s my future to control, and I can’t.I feel like a meteor out of control,
Gravity tearing away at my being, speeding me downwards to my demise.

I am trying so hard,
To explain,
I am not ok.
A poem I wrote to try and understand how I was feeling.

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