Piece of nothing

by - 9:36:00 PM

Too much for someone but never enough for yourself

Pick me my faults 'cause my pack is to heavy for me

Identity is just a word: you are who you are

My devils are hungry but I have just my thoughts

The reality is not in that screen, is worse

Pale skin, like the purity of your mind

The awareness of being nothing

Be changed doesn't mean be better

I trained my body but I'm still a big pig

Perfection is real, you only need to call your plastic surgeon

Smiling at your falls, crying at your winnings

I don't know what I am but I don't like it


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