Loose In the Middle of Life
I own the whole Earth,
but I don't have the documents...
I love flowers but I don't have
the gardens...
I'm sick of having everything
and have nothing...
I'm sick of having eyes,
and not being able to adopt them...
This life so regaled
it's worth almost nothing...
It hurts a lot, so to live... !
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