?: Crazy youth, daring age, defying time,,, Invincible ego pirates, we are the same, You never understand, any of this, could be the pure connection! ~ to what I hold; onto. Scattered/ o g h t u h s / tangle in this me. /future/love. /concern/past /sleep/fuck. There is never any/ piece.
Reason for writing:
for the simple raeson of writing.
Birth sign: Not entered
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