My heart breaks daily, that I’m alive
I wake and everything is the same
I’m going demented with the sameness
It’s all a drain
The things I want – unreachable
The love and the joy is gone
People say that life is great
I say it’s a con
My heart breaks daily, that I’m alive
I wake and everything is the same
I’m going demented with the sameness
It’s all a drain
The things I want – unreachable
The love and the joy is gone
People say that life is great
I say it’s a con
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I know the feeling. Do you have woods to get out to? Maybe do a blót or whatever? Getting back to my roots with Mother Earth always helps me.
I do. But it doesn’t help me, the reason is complicated and personal. Sorry.
It used to help a lot, but yeah… issues. TheTardyCreative@gmail.com I can tell you more there, if you want to talk? But I wont say much about those things here, sorry.
I understand. That makes sense.