No one cares.
whether you die or live.
For them, you are just a passing soul.
just a soul who has a body
a body with an identity
No one cares.
whether you die or live.
For them, you are just an invisible person.
just a passing shadow
You will be tired of acceptance.
You will be tired of waiting to be loved.
You will be tired of shredding tears.
but no one cares
whether you die or live.
For them, you are just a passing soul.
a soul burdened with debt
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