Man, am I getting insane? Sane sane, a blast from the past a fake mask with a broken heart started questioning my self am I insane sane sane, I dare you to count my tears even my fears, but you'll never know never know. Tough yet with a small jet never met my dreams dreams dreams it seems so clear but not real fading with sun, I am bursting into tears, you lower my expectations they are far from my destinations and no enough patience many many stations so rare medications, rust with a pixie dust I must trust a ****** world fighting with no swords just poisonous words, but everything have an end, so does our lives ~
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
Man, am I getting insane? Sane sane, a blast from the past a fake mask with a broken heart started questioning my self am I insane sane sane, I dare you to count my tears even my fears, but you'll never know never know. Tough yet with a small jet never met my dreams dreams dreams it seems so clear but not real fading with sun, I am bursting into tears, you lower my expectations they are far from my destinations and no enough patience many many stations so rare medications, rust with a pixie dust I must trust a ****** world fighting with no swords just poisonous words, but everything have an end, so does our lives ~
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