It doesn't matter what I do.

In the end I will loose anyway.

I can't take the pressure.

I can't take the blame, for existing.

I will sink but when I do I will grow.

Like we always do, everyday, all the time.

Sometimes to fast.. sometimes to slow.

I blame myself for this confusion.

'cause I think to much, or is it not enough ?

I don't know anything...

I will just keep on sinking, maybe something or someone catches me.

I hope it's me. Or maybe someone of you...

Who knows ? No one knows...

Never, ever.

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