sick and tired.
why?
i dont know,
i'll ask you then.
didnt see the white,
only look at the black.
when the black comes to you,
then you'll search for the white.
disgust at others,
but rotten in own selfs.
some wishes made,
only for the wind knows.
if they could ever knew
what they should know,
sure they wont feel
as what they felt yesterday.
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