me and the world

itself,

both suffering in 

unexplainable pain

but why are you smiling

like a poem that has not

finished?

but why the flowers are so 

blissed, smelling like

heaven?

why the world itself 

is quite avernal

with the flowers in it?

04/04/2022

Monday 14:20

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the pain inside of me,

unique, heavenly,

yearnful.

but now acceptance

all the pessimism of life

nothing left to be human, I

sacrificed my own conscience 

to kill myself. I 

envy those underground

and become evil itself.

If you exist

holy gods and goddesses

When? I am

already dead-and evil.

17.03.2022

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you deaden my 

heart, it was first sin I have ever tasted. 

How Adamic, blessed

massacre not to be loved

by you.

both broken and 

lorn, I was victims 

of victims,

who aspire to be loved.

06/05/2022

21:30 Sunday

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