Daily updates such long days, I can hardly sit still, The seconds have become lazy You taunt me without half an idea that I- that you distract me My obsessional heart pounds my bloody hell all through me cut it American tounge I speak a different mind. grant me my reality, No one gets it like I do Flavor my starvation, my hunger is bland Hand me a cosmic map, Maybe I'll find myself. Maybe I'll finde something else.Birth sign: Aquarius
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