All the grudges, conflicts, chaos
I do hate.
A part of me let things go, another to hold on,
My mind barely hanging on, like a midnight cigarette.
Why do we compare, why do we even care about those who need to get their mindset clear?
Joining hands to this untruthful, brutal world, to those who need some serious help,
At least try to spare yourself.
No one can bring an end to this,
I also don’t want to be a con,
I need to give an end to this unfinished journey of mine,
Be kind and please let me go on.

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