| nothing |
| No jealousy. Nothing
is worth running after for.
No objections. Nothing is worth standing up for. No opinions. Nothing is worth caring for. Everything goes to waste. Nothing is safe. And more to the hidden truth, nothing is saved. What are we worth then, is there is nothing? What’s to a name? How fast can you play the game? Tiredness that fills your empty heart, when it has not begun. The long dark cold of every night, and nothing of the sun. |
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