I stare out the window,
Everything is so bleak
Old wounds, unclean dusty wounds
I shall repress it all
Sterile, distant buildings,
A thousand endless fucking streets,
Roads to the last unwilling breath
Memories and melancholy,
Despair and depression
The endless hall of omission
Fuck this, I don't care
Writer(s): Jonas Lars Bergqvist
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