Ihan yksin
surely alone
I lost the Me,
sank into my own thoughts not remembering my value.
The appeal to decay due to existence
is alike to my passion
to return to the house from which I came from.
find me, so I find the Me.
but…
…no one ever seeks.
ihan yksin
kadotin mut,
hukuin omiin ajatuksiini
ja unohdin arvokkuuteni
haluni hajota olemassaoloon
on kuin paloni palata taloon, josta tulin
löydä mut, jotta löydän mut
mutta kun…
…kukaan ei koskaan eti.
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