I was just getting the urge to write some poetry today myself.
Now I'm here trying to find the hidden message.
Fucking write something you piece of shit. You have talent.
I was just getting the urge to write some poetry today myself.
Now I'm here trying to find the hidden message.
Fucking write something you piece of shit. You have talent.
Yeah. And if you happen to be unusually good at staying alive,
your reward is more and more of those deathbed moments.
What a wonderful world.
'Unusually good at staying alive'. Nice way to describe it.
I always tell people that I'm the luckiest person I know and my list of near misses gets longer as I get older. I hope I reflect on all the second chances I've had rather than on the last happy moments i'll never feel again.
If you go to Valhalla there will be no such surprise and regret.
Kind of?
Sounds like holidays to me, not sure why the melancolic tone
You see, when you made a point, of no longer having strings attached to you, any fucking string
When you renounced stuffs such as "friendship" and "hugs" and "love" and whatever new piece of crap you don't NEED
You'll miss no part of this world
And you won't miss your life
https://schoolworkhelper.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/ubermensch.jpg
right on
Not dark enough.
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