It hurts.
Shame, cower and wimper.. just leave.
Maybe, just maybe
Things will sort themselves out when I make my move?
I just hope
That maybe for once
They will see through my eyes.
Who am I?
- Jim Faust
- Quickly evolving and strange concepts, bitter taste and sweet sweet serenity. Broken and completely insane, sitting in the middle of the room, quietly observing the mad chaotic vastness and admiring it's complexity, simply and peacefully.
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vague enough?
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