Why do we eat our feelings?
Why do we even wonder?
Or yearn for knowlegde?
Are we that desperate
For the immaterial to be tangeble?
What is my reason for waking up?
As if slitting our throats could make us behave
Or even solve the problem
That being said
This has all
So what other option do I have?
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