e-mail filled to the brim time to just sleep nothing at all to do today go job-hunting in the deep time only marches on paying no attention to me through the flying wind and flashing sun not a damn thing i can see screaming your name but in the end i die cause you can't hear covered with a blanket but i still fear the abject fear i try not to get caught up in renouncing you with words of forsaking but how can i do that when im trapped in a prison of my own making i was too shy to talk to you but i now i do it is now a crime to waste all this time no more time for anger, no time for mourning of sinnin' walk into the sunshine free from my own prison that i made.Birth sign: Aries
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