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Somewhere in dystopia
There is no time for daydreaming in surviving.
Every dream gone, every color faded.
There is only now.
No poetry for the hungry, no music for the wounded.
Life itself is just a memory. Living is just a tale.
There is only breathing.
Feeling is obsolete, love is a distraction. Pleasure is a myth.
There is room for only one thing:
focus.
Step by step, keep moving forward.
No actual hope, simply purpose.
Stay alive until you can live.
Every dream gone, every color faded.
There is only now.
No poetry for the hungry, no music for the wounded.
Life itself is just a memory. Living is just a tale.
There is only breathing.
Feeling is obsolete, love is a distraction. Pleasure is a myth.
There is room for only one thing:
focus.
Step by step, keep moving forward.
No actual hope, simply purpose.
Stay alive until you can live.
Published 20th Jan 2018
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