what should I know? in a certain way of futility... I walk ahead... and I'm afraid there are those who cling their lives to mine in red their flowers know me I've read... that power is nothing the essence I can't control in the fields of war this is a fluke of my non-existence daylight broadens the perspective but deep at night I'm waiting for your calls ...the answers of the day?
Reason for writing:
...you know... ...there's "none"... like all the times...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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