There's a feeling of nothingness,
of alienation,
of sorrow and despair.
As I pass by the verdant fields,
melancholic winds blow through my hair
and embrace
my whole being.
How can I let myself
be dragged into such a hellhole?
How can I lose
vigilance over my
fragile sentiments?
How can I let such a jungle of a civilization get to me?
All the rage
All the frustrations
All the disappointments
Swirling
like a cyclone
infinite speed
no hesitation
I force a smile on my lips
I force myself
to think
happy thoughts
a path
the endless cycle of birth, death, and rebirth
down memory lane produces
There is nothing sadder than a girl alone in the wide fields
Sadder still is
a fragmented memory
for everyone
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