Night , I lay , I'm thinking , nothing seems to make sense anymore or is it just me ? It's like a washing machine , sequences of events just keep twisting me , corrupt me , changing me , making me be anything except me . Few solutions , alot of problems , unequal relationships .. Weird . When you think you finally did something comes a "little" thing that cuts your flying start , that softens up your legs , that slowly takes you to a tragical ending .. What a pity .
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