We try and test the best of brands, but don’t accept what we find within. How hard we try to find what we need, but never get what we truely want. Words repeated and given form, finding structure but losing freedom. Repeated ideals, but never repeated feelings. A shell of what used to be, and will never be again. An empty time that we are feeling, and an open time that we run wild.
We are what we make of ourselves
Running.
Hiding.
Sleeping.
Thinking.
We do all what we are as humans, as animals. But what can we do for others besides be there? Atleast there’s always a way to find an out.
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