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Slides of captures like a movie Drowned in a deep tunnel She thinks about David Bowie She thinks that she is a born-boner She is there Looking for an answer of a simple question What is life? And a caption pops out till her mind blown She drowned in a hole A black hole which is filled up with anxiety Define a hole I pray, soon, she could reach up the reality A tunnel or a hole is an actual labyrinth And those captures moves for more Sadly, it was a myth That the labyrinth itself is full of love Love, Happiness She wished she could own them On top of the hill She'll die in her will She wished she could be part of them "O Wie", she said sadly She needs to stay awake And come sober She's wondering, These unnecessary letters could makes she felt a bit better Or is it bitter, actually? She says sorry, For being such a bad one in this life She starts to worry, Yet, she's a bad one even in the next life
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 11:12 AM UTC
O Wie
Slides of captures like a movie Drowned in a deep tunnel She thinks about David Bowie She thinks that she is a born-boner She is there Looking for an answer of a simple question What is life? And a caption pops out till her mind blown She drowned in a hole A black hole which is filled up with anxiety Define a hole I pray, soon, she could reach up the reality A tunnel or a hole is an actual labyrinth And those captures moves for more Sadly, it was a myth That the labyrinth itself is full of love Love, Happiness She wished she could own them On top of the hill She'll die in her will She wished she could be part of them "O Wie", she said sadly She needs to stay awake And come sober She's wondering, These unnecessary letters could makes she felt a bit better Or is it bitter, actually? She says sorry, For being such a bad one in this life She starts to worry, Yet, she's a bad one even in the next life
"She said sorry on that Wednesday eve."
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 11:12 AM UTC
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