Well, to be truth I got out of my room hoping that there will be more concentration outside my shelter... well I was mistaken.
Can't think, can't write can't draw nor paint
obsessively thinking about...
I would be glad to know object or objects of this mad mental mantra
but I can't I just can't track them
they get lost in emotional circuit of hurt pride and feelings
or maybe they try to find what is lost
maybe there are no feelings left
maybe what's left is only bitter disappointment
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