Inertia

Crawling for recognition,
forgotten between lines.
Nothing changes for me.
White seems so black.

Razor blades everywhere.
A dozen fears in one second,
pulling back my head.

Is it the end?
Should I fight?
Or should I flow?

Razor blades everywhere.
A dozen fears in one second,
pulling back my head.

Is it the end?
Should I fight?
Or should I flow?



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