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© 2021 Miku Kumiko

Herstellung und Verlag:

BoD – Books on Demand GmbH, Norderstedt

ISBN: 9783753451251

Table of Contents

And the day is already wasted

Everything that is like that cannot even exist. And there is one inside of me. Told me before. We took it and did it well. We ask and begin to have. And no longer take the guesswork out of it. It's not in the ego. Gradually I've wasted myself. I am wide awake and accompany the day. There are no meaningless hours here. Dream and feel a true spirit. Nothing was done. Nothing is what you thought it was. And the day is wasted again.

The end is already near

Tired of worry. We play too well. Belief in the beginning and the end. Loved deep in your heart. Justice is most important. Play with the days. And death comes with you. The bum itches. Hear a familiar laugh. I pocket the having. The end is already near.

Or do you have me and are you popular

The pleasure foams away. Love relationships are lost. Bleeding hearts can be seen. Forget about balanced absenteeism. I am trapped in myself and in your thoughts. Pain enchants the day. Feel the end weakly. Good feelings are not always good. Be a better person and choose me. Leading with the lowest instincts is the art. And scream out the pain of life. If you give up I believe. It's a mindful ride. Or do you have me and are you popular?

Find and try

The sun has set, it got cold relatively quickly, the nonchalance faded. A lot came up in the discussions, especially those who were rarely allowed to talk, talked about the warm day and now said very cheeky and didn't really let themselves be pampered. So I listened and pretended wrong and very interested, my ears couldn't open and the brain said curfew. And the sound waves of the otherwise silent ones didn't really reach me. So I could think of anything and I was too lazy to do that. The eternal old rewarmed stories, they reeked of antiquity, there were no new experiences and the pants got tighter and tighter. What a dog, I thought, a smart dog with a mind like a cat and eating like a pig. The beneficiaries consider themselves lucky and really attribute everything to their talents. You have to be confident, train hard and tell yourself how to do it, then you can achieve something. And the know-it-all did not stop, there were simply those who knew and I was and am a failure.