what i say is what i like to do. what i like is what i like to believe. What i write is what i trie to understand. when i write i feel i can understand what i can't see when is this, this emotion stopping... if i act upon my things in life? Who i live with is my own choice. if i rung at you, would love it if i wrote you, you could love it How i touched your lips falling apart. How i laughed when they crumbled. if i saw them, touched them, lived them ...
Look at me, don’t hide; between a walk in the park and coward hope You want to comprehend the things that are inherent, stuff yourself with replacement characteristics and empty the bin of known fluctuations with unknown properties … Do you need to hear more? It might work; if you accept the fact of your own individual and loose the things that you aught to find I know it’s hard to endure hard to desolate your spectre wallow in the mire
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