Are normal people ever this bored?
To the point of self-destruction
In order to feel some direction?
News flash:
We’re catching comas to
Feel alive;
Taking pills when we’re
Already addicted.
Of course we feel the sting of promises
Beneath our skin,
We’re suns just waiting to happen;
Hearts just waiting to break.
Or have you forgotten the power of now?
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