Mar 2019
There are times.
No one to talk to.
No one to look up to.
No one.
Freewheeling all the way.
Waiting for the End.
No one to talk to.
No one to look up to.
No one.
Freewheeling all the way.
Waiting for the End.
(30/M/Earth)
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