what is there to stop me

because nothing really matters to me

except how things roll in this world

my world is fucked up and i wanna fuck it up even more to create something better

but the world itself gives me shivers of unknown fear and i'm not able to acknowledge this is the world i'm going to step in, this is the world i live in, this is the world of 7 billion people

we could use a disaster

half of us just wiped away

yes, people are equal

same shit, different definition

i'm just a motherfucking adolescent the upcoming society is hoping on

each day i cry, each day i laugh and each day i scream

because I AM

because i exist

here

right here

each day i wake up, each day i fall asleep, it's quite boring if you think of it that way

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can you feel how the world is just pulling you down? everything you do is everything you have to do, everything you say is everything you're expected to say, everything you create is everything the society approves

i'm tired of this motherfucking bullshit

i wanna blow it all

why not

what is there to stop me

bismillah, is that you?

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why not speak in english 

what is there to stop me

shakespeare, is that you?

is that you, willy?

i'm sorry for being such a silly-billy

but i exist

i can't really help existing

my mother secreted me

nobody ever asked me if i wanted to be secreted

fuck that nobody

nevertheless, while talking to my father, i wondered why hasn't he got a womb? i would have loved to be secreted from there

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why do i dye my hair darker if the world itself is dark enough?

why do i keep telling i wanna change everything and i don't even clean my own room?

returning to the womb would be just the easiest of solutions

you may not choose the easiest

that makes you a slut