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How soon is now?
- Oct 19, 2020
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I wake up in the middle of the night, one more night after many years, finding myself completely on my own. I know the time is coming soon and that makes think a lot of all the nights I woke up alone in the past... It keeps me thinking day and night, about the emptiness of our walk through Earth, and suddenly all those nights, all those lost days, look like little suicides to me. It's starting to feel now, that I became dead long ago, am just a ghost who smoke joints in the middle night. That's all I am, and it's much more than what represents most people. But I still feel lost and lonely, is another joint what I need? Another pill? More fucking rainy music? Maybe more sleeping? Oh yes, sleep till the endless dream comes. Do I always been here? Is it was a bad dream? then you wake up, and.. you just have to kill yourself. You've been living a nightmare since you were born. And you just have to wait now... To die. Why my life had to be su fucking boring I ask to myself. I did all I could to make things differenfs. Why is so hard to deal with the idea of leaving? Why life feels like a non endless waiting for something that never came?
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