i don't have suicide thoughts - i just wish i never was born
life has never been an exciting thing
i claim the miracles to be mistaken
but they won't allow me to think that there is no sense
i'm trapped between uniqueness and statistics
where is the meaning?
i know it - but the sense doesn't make sense
when lived and not theoreticised
i know i lie - but can't find ways for truth to work
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