prose poetry
somehow i feel cursed everytime i try to remember,
i can't change and i never wanted to,
it's a continuum,
constantly trying to move obstacles,
something you can't avoid or run through,
a place in which patience is key,
but if you stay too long,
you'll go crazy,
can't obtain this or that,
it's the factory output of reality,
what other then a constant dream,
recycling our faith through misery.
i can't change and i never wanted to,
it's a continuum,
constantly trying to move obstacles,
something you can't avoid or run through,
a place in which patience is key,
but if you stay too long,
you'll go crazy,
can't obtain this or that,
it's the factory output of reality,
what other then a constant dream,
recycling our faith through misery.
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