varför, därför, och vad?
I think it is because I believe everything they say to me, that I wither inside. I think it is because I miss that which makes one decide whether something is true or not, that I crumble up and break down and spiral inside disillusions.
I think it is that which makes me not a person, but a means of communicating between persons. A figure in the statistics, an element of disturbance and simply what makes a chain reaction wat it is.
It is that which makes me believe that I am strong, weak, big, small, worth the while, insane, sane and all in all just a particle in space that learned to question where they were headed.
I think it is that which makes me not a person, but a means of communicating between persons. A figure in the statistics, an element of disturbance and simply what makes a chain reaction wat it is.
It is that which makes me believe that I am strong, weak, big, small, worth the while, insane, sane and all in all just a particle in space that learned to question where they were headed.
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