With age maybe I’ll get wiser. Maybe I’ll find some stability. But for now my mind continues to wander. Further and further away from reality. Nothing left. We’re growing old. Depression. We’ve lost the hope in our lives. As these days get worse. Depression. We’re gearing up to say our goodbyes. We’ve reached the bottom. Depression. There’s only one way left to go to get out of this depression. Everyone else is growing up, finding real lives and falling in love. I’m too busy fucking up wasting my life in basements and run down clubs. We’re out of luck. No clear destination goes together with no hopes or dreams. Leads us further into this depression and nothing is ever as it fucking seems. Leads us to never wanting to wake up. Our hearts, our eyes, our minds our shut. But we can never get enough because by now we’re used to fucking up. I’m out of luck and out of touch.
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