Sometimes it’s so hard to exist in a world so full of hate
So full of indifference
So full of everything bad and almost nothing safe
It’s exhausting having to open my eyes every single morning
Knowing that everything will remain the same
If I were a string of wool flying around
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Nowhere to go
Nowhere to be found
Just drifting away till I drift no more
Just to fall on some floor
To be stepped on
But feeling absolutely nothing
For I am nothing at all
Just a random string of wool
That just happened to fly too far
