Lonely

I feel forgotten.

In just a faded part of the memory that never gets noticed.

A useless blade of grass that is dying by the pains of depression.

Sorry













































I feel like a f@ked up jackals that wants attention













































Its just on of those days that you f do forgotten.












(How does life work?)

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