What if you were so bored, so, so, so bored that you were asking yourself "why don't I die ?" ?
What if, at that moment, you were next to a subway or between two highways dancing ?
The blood of your knees that you scraped earlier trying to get between your ankles and socks,
the "true" feeling of life running through your veins between the adrenaline and the dopamine,
Asking the "gods" how "amusing" torturing people is,
Unable to take a decision but enjoying the moment :
"Life sucks, but at least the end is exciting."
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PoetryProse and poetry, feelings and speech in text. I wanted to live as a human, But never never really was a man.
