any doctor will advise you not to abuse, not to fall in to excess
but on the other hand, everyone wishes you a full life
and the reality is that life itself is an excess.
a dead person doesn't need too much oxygen
you could even say it hurts,
it helps it to decompose, even if it is anaerobic life
I'm so small, God, and I'm surprised you gave me such a big war
but the words believed and believe in me, they surrounded me with their silence
I accept too. I offer myself, the sacrifice on the altar of the word
unspoken. unthinking. unwanted.
I did excesses, I admit. but I refrained from stupidity and hatred
- Author: cosmacpan ( Offline)
- Published: August 17th, 2021 08:11
- Category: Unclassified
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