My hands tremble, I close my eyes and I see nothing, because my eyes are shut. I hear the distant buzz of the city, the city I am stuck in, waist deep in the city, I cling to dreams built on dreams. Splinters and small fractions of broken dreams and hopes that no one ever lived up to. I lay in the grass and I feel my chest heave up and down, oxygen and exhaust fill my lungs.
I'm alive,
I know I'm alive.
I don't know if I want to be alive, but there is no choice, the world wants me alive.
I open my eyes and stare up at the smog.
I'm alive,
I know I'm alive.
I don't know if I want to be alive, but there is no choice, the world wants me alive.
I open my eyes and stare up at the smog.
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