Antarctica - Hooverphonic

All I have
Is strictly forbidden
And all I have
Is strictly insane
We know what we want
But that's not always good for us
Insanity
Is not always despair

All I have means nothing to me
And all I give, is so much more
When nothing is left
There's nothing to loose

When there's nothing to loose, there is peace of the mind

We all fall into oblivion
And history slowly fades
What's done doesn't matter
What matter's not done
All we have
Belongs to no one

All I have means nothing to me
And all I give, is so much more
When nothing is left
There's nothing to loose

When there's nothing to loose, there is peace of the mind 
  
  

Every single aggravation is a grain of sand that you turn into a rusty nail which must be dragged in bloody anger across the skin. If only you could be still my heart maybe I can forget the white heat with which you burn in vain. A laser that reflects only on me. I'm not even allowed to be angry.

Forget everything, it was never worth remembering anyways. Wipe the slate clean and install a new OS. You might be better off with a new piece of hardware, an update won't fix this computer.

Maybe don't publish this, let it rot in the dungeon that it comes from. Let it comingle with all my other petty miseries. If you can't tell, not feeling great.
11.24.23

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