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Slowly emerging from a three years long slumber

Procrastinating would turn a life into void

Once again I had failed to dream and escape this cell

Locked-up in this brain, trying to find an answer

Pervert pleasures, deadly games

Pills contentment

Idleness driving insane

Emptiness, bliss

It took some guts to face the day instead of blaming fate

Still so random to accept responsibilities

The only solution

Find a way back to these times when life was a joke…

Cross the threshold

Another fight

To rid the remorse and erase the scars

Unless blood spills again

Another yearn for life

Slowly plunging down into a future unknown

Chances to rely on your system have been drowned

What can I hold on to? What’s utopian or vain?

Just keep me away from the stream that’s turning red.