I hate Saturdays

That meaningless day

Just sleep and quarrel with my love

That I hate

No hope just a day that needs to pass

As quickly as possible and everyone is depressed

In the family

Outside in the real world things are so different

With so much gratitude that I have that that world



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

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