Warnings fly from left to right, I ignore them all and plunge ahead, The sirens scream at me, they fear my destiny, I have no peace, no comfort, no rest, Perhaps death is not to be feared, Just to be accepted as an alternative.
Reason for writing:
The desire to share.
Birth sign: Not entered
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