Crisis
Crisis
Suffering is my brother, my sister, following me always
Named by Crisis
Oh, dear Crisis, why are you watching me always?
Please, please, do not monitor me
Do not monitor me. I don’t like psychologists.
Psychology trampled my life, all my life goals and desires.
There is only one. Only one psychology. The one that killed my life
Named by nebulous
Nebulous psychology. Goodbye life
Goodbye life
Goodbye life
Goodbye life
…
My life is sunk in the crisis, and I don't know what to expect.
I need my life, but psychologists destroyed that
What is the future? What is the future of my life?
I want to live
Still, I don’t want to leave
I will stay
I am staying
And continue my life
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2024
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