I missed my wind… just because I overslept. Dreaming is not the solution.
The direction is fake.
How can I be straight when I’m a floor?
The straightness is falling.
When I am there I can mutely scream my lungs out for their screaming to happiness. What a FuCkNeSs.
Because I am able to assassinate. I want more. Not more, but bodies. More … more of me in me.
There is a limit set up just for me.
I can and can’t allow this title.
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