HB (26/01/1987 / Kuwait)


for all the shit I got myself into
the sorrow which I chose to drawn in
I do not blame
I do not regret
then, all the pain I stood to take
the ugly sites I drooled to see
I do not petty
I do not hate
with all this emptiness locked up inside
the thoughtless mind and hollow heart
I do not feel
I do not care
why fix the broken instead of throwing it away?
it's a matter of time, what's left will fade
so I believe
and so I rest

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