Hopeless (Remove filter)
Grinding to a Halt
If your mind becomes imprisoned,
And the whole world now seems strange,
And the things you once enjoyed
Now no longer make a change.
If your life now has no reason,
And you just exist from day to day,
Just drifting between each moment,
And it doesn't help what others say.
No matter where you may be -
Whether in the country or the city,
All your interests may have dissolved,
And you ...
Sunday 14th January 2024 12:18 pm
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