And even the darkness
can't get away the sorrow
as it does to light.
People always try to change.
We seem to try to get into some kind of a perfect-whole-personality or some kind of bluf,
and then we wanna die for failing doing it.
Dont want to be stuck, either.
Don't know what I try to see or feel or whatever
it's just about to happen.
I've got no hopes for the following year,
not even an optimistic description.
Sometimes,
all I want to do is vanish,
so that I won't deal with the looks and the why's
and the 'have you lost your mind' thing.
Can't get away from this world, either.
it's too hard.
She gave me some kind of hope,
that I can do it MY way,
without considering others so much.
holding hands, we fall.
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