Inhale...
A blank expression
I ask myself where do we go when we die?
yea i know you probably dont know
but i do know where i go
i go knowhere
because am already here
i made it to this asylum
full of isolation
of demoralization
i dont know how i made it here
but the truth is i've always been here
in this world
full of
llies,
betrayel,
disconsolation
my soul bleeds
my soul in search for love
just one second of affection,
of appreciation
but yet i find nothing
i find what i've always felt
rejection
elimination,
repudiation,
frustration,
Exhale...
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