2 digte om håb og drømme

need money for porsche. need chronic disease for pity. 

pretty please. give me something. give me love. 

someone to hold on to at night. so i dont fall into sleep. 

i often look at myself in the mirror through sunglasses. 

i dont want to be blinded. thats why i sleep with my eyes wide open. 

my body is my enemy. i get frightened by its movements. 

it seems to need things i dont want.

i want my head to float in the sky. but my body needs to feel.

i want to escape. 

do you think i care whats happening to me. 

even my demons have demons. 

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some say: money are just green and red numbers

on a computerscreen

they say they dont need them

when i see money

i see dollarsigns

i see opportunities

i see the life i wanna live i see cars and penthouses 

i see ozempic for my wife 

i see cars and penthouses

i feel the freedom of the future

i see an eagle hovering in the sky

i see cars and penthouses