Honestly what will become of me.Dont like reality.Its way too clear to me.But really life is dandy.We are what we dont see.Miss everything daydreaming.
Flames to dust.Lovers to friends.Why do all good things come to an end.
Traveling I always stop at exits.Wondering if Ill stay.Young and restlees.Living this way i stress less.i want to pull away when the drea dies.The pain sets in and i dont cry.I only feel gravity and i wonder why.
And the dogs were whistling a new tune.Barking at the new moon.Hoping it would come soon.So that they could die.
And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day.Til the feeling went away.And the sky was falling and the clouds were dropping.And the rainforgot how to bring salvation...
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