I love myself, I do-
Enough to not die, but not enough to live.
I wake up and I walk.
I do all which is necessary.
I do all that’s expected of me.
But I’m empty, there’s no passion in me.
I walk, I breathe and I exist.
I assure you I’m not dead.
But I’m not alive either.
I’m a warrior with least resistance.
I’m a light on the oblivion road.
I’m a gambler of time and hope.
I measure less and less as I grow old.
I walk and watch other people run.
I walk and manage to move no place.
I love myself, I do.
I just don’t like me anymore.
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