Dec 2015
Slowly, Patiently* losing my mind
Screeching and LOUDLY I'm going blind.
Believing, I was so naive before
I won't trust anymore.
I waited on a dove of hope
to come and help me out this drag
To such extents did I dared scope...
But it was just a **Paper Bag
Screeching and LOUDLY I'm going blind.
Believing, I was so naive before
I won't trust anymore.
I waited on a dove of hope
to come and help me out this drag
To such extents did I dared scope...
But it was just a **Paper Bag
(F/N.L. Tamaulipas)
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