The world is passing away
So am I
What didn’t kill me left me wishing I was dead
The world is so unfair
So am I
I choose others over me every single time
The world is so loud
So am I
My silence is full of deafening screams
The world is cunning
So am I
I know I’m meant to be great, or am I?
The world is deceitful
So am I
I never fail to lie when asked if I’m alright
The world is a canvas of art
So am I
Life has skilfully painted me in my own blood
KJāš¾šš°šŖ

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