Hungry, Tired and Dead
hungry, tired and dead
everything gets messed up in my head
killed by random things
all exhausted by all means
not wel enough to live
messed up, screwed up and just killed
out of life on the top of the hill
I don't have any more power or will
killed by hundreds of gorillas
I can't even see or feel us
we're all zombies buried under ground
with no clue of how to notice the things around
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Ewa Mat | Year Posted 2019
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