nothing cures my sadness
2025-11-12
i'm sad in my happiness but if i were a dad i wouldn't be so bad nor i wouldn't be so sad
cause then my child will remember me as a sad dad i had a sad dad shit wasn't all that great i often think he is the reason for all
how i love saying fuck you how easy it is to fuck
how easy it is to get naked before the light
expose my ugly body and soul to it light has no eyes to talk
no eyes to judge
no way to find me funny
light just is and i am not
a naked bearer of an apple
my name cursed by the tree beheld
be gone before you get beheaded
how easy death is and how i cling to it in it they said i live but
sure my life is of a meaningful one but
it doesn't mean shit to me
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