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Jan 2014
Can it be possible?
Are we just basketball?

Or something to hold on to, just to watch memories form slow...

Before I get ahead of myself I will decapitate.
My mind is trusting again and it wants to penetrate...
But my heart is made to be who I am and no longer lend space
I walk cautious to the friend zone and I'm always looking at the exit, even if I entered with all my possessions.
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