It’s been ages since the thought hasn’t been on my mind.
The “what’s next?” whispers that keep you up at night, fiddling with the next plan to reach… somewhere.
Days are a sequence of small battles of a soul that ponders – I can still hear the clinks and clangs in the war of my anarchic mind.
Thoughts are bloody battlefields, ones that make me wonder if I rightfully deserve my seat in Valhalla.
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