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Fragmented.

what was left of me
checking my heartrate
near death on the silver screen
what does anything mean
just to clean up basically
life could feel like a everlasting dream
never had to much self esteem
part taken through the different fases
amazing cross roads filled with choices
brought me laughter and deepest sorrow
worrying to much about absolutely nothing
scars on a sensitive soul who can lead you
polluting vision and opening the shortest way to absolute insanity.
 

◄ Dance for me baby.

Paradise. ►

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