my problems are a blurry Spin.
the passion i feel.
its The thing anchoring me to the
Wheel
world
it was more of a
Click.
a short, but nonetheless droning
Click.
every time i hear that
Click.
it brings me back, that
Click.
it was to X’s dismay,
Click.
i wish it was silent.
Click.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 7:48 AM UTC
my problems are a blurry Spin.
the passion i feel.
its The thing anchoring me to the
Wheel
world
it was more of a
Click.
a short, but nonetheless droning
Click.
every time i hear that
Click.
it brings me back, that
Click.
it was to X’s dismay,
Click.
i wish it was silent.
Click.
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