The notion of me?
There's no notion of me
There's nothing
There's just bullshit
The words in vain
The mesmerizing sphere
Erasing everything around
Like an infection
Yes
A bug
Or a disease
In labour
Worming its orbit
The discipline
The fucking load
The commitment
Me?
It doesn't exist
Even less the notion of me.
[OU MUN • SOMEDAY OF THE WEEKEND]
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