As I sit here in front of the laptop
Trying hard not to be distracted
Lightly tapping my fingers on the keyboard
Writing thoughts that are just too much
Feeling cold at home
Alone and confused most of the time
I let the best of me go
And make the worst come out of me
I hoped that one day I’ll just stop thinking
Stop hoping for something I can’t have
I can’t even pray at a decent state now
Since I’m trashed and tainted beyond repair.
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