you didn’t mean to hurt me.
For so long
My alarm clock rang but
It didn’t wake me up
All I know is that dream
For nothing I would have woken up.
Paradise made out of a few bricks
From here and there
An imagined, god’s garden
This one will never be reached by those who make it rot.
Live your imaginary life.
Just build from what you have.
Oh, everything is possible.
That Evil didn’t poison me.
I know why I’m never sick.
This power is incurable.
There is another way to survive.
A story never ending.
separate // worlds
body made of water and blood.
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i am going to be a present for christmas.
I can do it all over again.
Une relation dure plus d’un carnet.
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