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Sad Humans
I'm tired. I'm tired of thinking. Breathing. Existing.
They always say no one asked to be born in this world.
The truth can't be more real than that. It's Savage really.
Take comfort that consistency comes in form of disappointment.
If its anything you can rely on in this world, it would be failure.
Life doesn't cut it anymore. We live for misery, don't we?
Humans as a race self destruct. Its Finding Joy in chaos.
It's really not any more clear than that but we are naive.
If we cannot hurt ourselves, we hurt others, at any cost.
I'm not proud of who I am, and I'm not proud of the human race.
Just like everyone else, I'll go through the motions till the end.
Growing old, working for nothing, living in automatic.
I'll be 28 soon. And just like so many others, nothing to show.
They always say no one asked to be born in this world.
The truth can't be more real than that. It's Savage really.
Take comfort that consistency comes in form of disappointment.
If its anything you can rely on in this world, it would be failure.
Life doesn't cut it anymore. We live for misery, don't we?
Humans as a race self destruct. Its Finding Joy in chaos.
It's really not any more clear than that but we are naive.
If we cannot hurt ourselves, we hurt others, at any cost.
I'm not proud of who I am, and I'm not proud of the human race.
Just like everyone else, I'll go through the motions till the end.
Growing old, working for nothing, living in automatic.
I'll be 28 soon. And just like so many others, nothing to show.
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