Énaouement.

　Now i realize, my day is the same, never better. Every day i just being a viewers of other people's stories. I never thought about this kinda life, never. But fuck it, it my lowest. I've never looked in the mirror after seeing such a pitiful person in it. Everynight, i wanna put the end of my life. Tired of feeling like im trapped in my damn mind. My world tryna killing me with heir hopes. They make me think too much. Its feels like my head can BOOM! any time. Real life hitting on me and the devil tryna get me. This life is so fucking hard.

　　But the universe just relish all the pain, doesn't understand the whole process of my fall. I must throw away all my anger towards the bearer of the name of equity. The scope is in a circular bundle, accompanying all its contents. Get chaotic, coiled, and weak. Struggle? Well, I want to fly with the sweet and clean wind. And hit rock bottom, hell duplicate massacre with morons.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 𝐄xposure to yellow light in the morgen, greeting the cool breeze. At that time it was such beautiful irreplaceable. The heart fühlt sich blühend und ausbreitend an, the tail of the world smiles. Petrichor ruled around the house, all inside and eingehüllt. And all the warmth camouflaged in the hand, leave everything in the void.