Morning white noise
How do I get here?
I go backward every morning, looking for an answer.
Love, they might say? would be nice if that's true.
Hate instead? Too reasonable I must say,
That type of feeling that nothing has to do with nihilism and depression,
The type of emotion that deals with anger,
The anger of not to be in the right place and moment.
Could be that maybe I born too soon? Or may...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 4:33 pm
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