"Unknown"

Should've put me in a bag where I'd be unknown,


left all alone, but I'm not sad


I would'nt have to wish for things I had.


I would'nt even be mad.


Instead I was forced. forced to live an unhappy life.


One that I didn't ask for.


Life is ambiguous


I still don't understand.


living is a demand, it's not really in your hands.


Now I don't know what to believe.


or even how.


what could even be real?


I wish i could make a deal, so I would'nt have to feel.


Or even live the life I live

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