Antinormal
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17 янв. 2021 г., 21:17

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I walked without a path or reason

for far too many pointless days.

With the slow passing of each season,

I remained locked in my empty ways.

 

With no dreams to strive for, I lingered,

gradually forgetting my true self.

What was once brilliant, now cinders,

what I once was, none could tell.

 

I had seen so much and met so many,

adrift in a mesmerizing sea of faces.

Of my vast ideas, there weren’t any

and of love there were no traces.

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  • Стана ми интересно заглавието. Познато ми е чувството "I had seen so much and met so many". Винаги има "path or reason", може би само любовта носи връзката с всички ключове...
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