The fragments of life
They rise when
Something burns inside you
That resembles nostalgia
We are what we are
If it has gone like this so far
This is how it was supposed to go
But it continues to burn
The seasons of life
They run one after the other
It's difficult to grasp them
You only realize it when they have passed, they are gone
If something remains
In things and in people
The fruit of your seed
It is not a consolation
And then we ask ourselves
as would be state
Useless questions
Without answers
The fragments of life
it is difficult to grasp them
The fragments of life
it is difficult to stop them
Cursed fate
This was not my fate

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