Punk Pøetry

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Øut øf all the things in my life that have fallen apart and øut øf my reach, I want this tø cøme together.

I want this tø be my signal øf peace.

Øut øf all the things that have drøwned me and stripped me øf my øxygen, I beg før this tø help me resurface.

Før every time høpe was shattered, I want this tø sweep away the shards.

I want tø start somewhere. But if I can't start with yøu, if I can't start here, I'm afraid I can't gø much further.

Let aløne breathe in the reserved area in which I have been placed.

I beg før cøøperatiøn and mutual understanding. But there is always an uneven perspective that turns ambitiøn intø distørtiøn.

And This is the epitøme øf my løneliness