Lost…

A quart of whiskey. A pack of cigarettes. Life pissed away while waiting for something to happen. Loneliness. Hysteria of being alone. The search. The failure. The pretensions. The sadness. End it all. Drink it away. Wish you don’t wake up. Hope for utopia. Hatred for mankind. Where does it all end? Struggle. Constant struggle. Never ending, but always hopeful. Pass out……..

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  1. Superdark, dude. I like how we go through all the hopeless shit and we end at never-ending struggle, never-ending, but always hopeful. That’s life in 62 words. Heh.

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