The cities buried in defeat, crush and subdue; as I walked along those anonymous streets, not paying attention to these no-name streets in my mind. Feeling like such a looser, potent failure and harsh collapse.
So drugged, vogue in catastrophes. Making nonsense, feeling all messed up from within. It sucks when you are suffocated and drowned by your own doubts.
Got a pencil and sketched something that resembled much of a failure, it can be addictive like a drug addict. When you just keep on failing accomplishing something that are beyond your own standards. That’s how you’ll end up with, like this picture, old, wrinkled and right on the face – FAIL!
Will complete the half-drawn ones any sooner.
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