pass the time, the moon overflowing. looking for signs from the bright-side, though i'm too dull. nobody is observing, growing tired. perfect by no means, way too plump. disaster definition the morning, wrecked by noon.
fuck everything, urgency to pop more. actions speak louder than words, and it's killing me softly. running away solves all, run like hell.
yeah right..
Brightside~
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