i’m loosing, i’m
loosing again now
the control over
my sanity is weak,
mastered the art
of loosing everything,
i managed to
become a looser’s king.
loosing is my way
of living,
i’ve lot the
ability to be,
to talk, to feel,
to enjoy,
to walk, to knee,
to feel a joy.
i’ve lost all my
firned,
accepted firend
request form
lonelyness as she
si so real
in this life, I’m
trying to dream.
fuck you my
dearsest fear,
are you the one
who can’t get lost
and still staying
here to be found,
you think you can
hang around.
i’ve found a will
to rhyme this shit,
keeps me alive,
my thourghts,
accompanies me in
this shit,
one doesn’t allow
me to quit.
i see I could
hurt me,
visions the ones
u can’t trun off,
no chance you try
them to loose,
the end is
something YOU choose.
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