Turns in time, wake are only obsection of lonely coruption in a dizmall waltz to the end.
Bleak is us in our mindless conversation to understand, asking questions we don't even want
answers, so simple is our mind, that we confuse others, when speaking, but enlighten those who were not even listening.
This is not my quest or my plan.
Change yourn direction do not follow me I have no answers for you.
Go back...
Killing youself with a lie, believe in something that is not real.
Die try'n to prove or disprove, wasting my fucking time fuck off,
I hate you , kill yourself
your better off dead
Kill Yourself
I Fucking Hate You.....
Listen to me do you have answers?
If so write me
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