Eulogy to Wasted Years

I do not see the meaning of fighting anymore.
Why did I waste all this time
For something
So crazy
It is all
To late to
Change my life
And I do not want
To do it all over again
But we never have any
Choice when destiny and
The lack of character tells us


I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends.

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