Mabghatche

de Noria

It's really scary thinking about the future
Is one of the worst things for me to do because
I'm convinced and all I see is a road
Nothing, nothing just every morning
The same Sun, coming through the same window
At the same time, to wake you up
To the same day, of the same pain
The same extreme foreign
But the same frustrations
And you see where this goes

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