those who are gone never came back
they leave me something to carry around
but they never take it back
And my world still turns around
what if i drop them?
and they told to me
you cant do that
or you name would be the traitor
(of a heart,of society,of somebody,of some donkey and other monkeys)
take a picture of some loneliness
laughing buddies
families
lovely sunrise while you had a holiday last year
and put it on my table
then i would gladly shut this mouth up
furthermore i dont care who called me
mock me
beat me
kill me
Who will be there to tell me how stupid I am?
Who will keep me from lashing out?
Anxiety chokes me like razor wire - sharks and danger
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