summer season time for me to meet my destiny far more drastically, brutally too directly generation gap, plastic world, poisoned woods baby cry, real life puzzles, escapism! i am a bee flying from one flower to another just like the ones my grandpa has jumping from one subject to another shameless, furious and unpredictable this is me a bee switching my personality from one day to another changing my mood like pair of socks or underwear as someone said (possibly a friend) summer, i am a bee dying when it's cold longing for you, summer and then feeling my pain stronger more destructive which is not irrelevant cuz i am a bee dreaming of sunshine without realizing that it burns me just a bee dying slowly without honey with a fake smile on my lips.Birth sign: Libra
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