The world is vague except your consciousness Feel is real but the girl isn't If you are lost and you like it You are actually in the right path Planes do not leave the airport The streets of memories, they renovate Whatever that covers you don't So does the skin that's on everything If you hide from the 'human pact' How can you experiment yourself? Time is the calculation that actually whisper.... Listen.....it says you are not late
Reason for writing:
paranoia and the theory of belonging to aliens
Birth sign: Pisces
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