I'm too busy
to organize every
single day
Or I'm too
busy to write
and dream
Sometimes I'm tired
to be tired
Sometimes I'm full
of energy
Some other times
I feel empty
and exhausted
It's hard to
cure myself
I want to
improve my skills
on cooking
I want relax
every afternoon
My loneliness is
beautiful and simple
In my mind
I'm always busy
I'm really happy
alone
I'm really motivated
to be alone
I don't receive
comfort from the
future
I want to
have an invariable
routine
Sometimes it's hard
to be ordained
I'm very happy
to see everything
clean
I think in
the future I'll
be busy with
my home
My horizon is
empty and grey
It's inevitable to
create chaos
I lost my
vision of my
daily priorities
It's just a
pity not to
be organized
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