Alone

Life is more or less

Allways a struggle

I am fighting

All the time

And most of the time

It is inside me

Alone with the thoughts

Running around like mad

Rabbits in a cage

To find their way out

I am a broken man

I am broke

No money, no hope

Contemplating suicide

Not a bad idea after all

Inside and outside

Life is shit

Rotten tubers

Life as a

Decomposing fruit

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