Just Write

I heard from a friend that this shit never ends, if thats true then this hue, such an ugly piece of you, isn't all what it seems, and i guess theese are just dreams, so infected with a purpose, the've lost the meaning of the circus. Now you and I are quite alike, i mean we must be, were here alright. And in this sense of sure real wonders, them seven others are just uncovered. Ahha, ok, there is no sense, alas my friend, i've nothing new, nor old, nor fine, nor pricelessly owned, for this gold land which i seek, lies beyond those doors of sleep. Yes infinity i constantly cry, i guess i guess i guss i'm i, but who and how can i know your me, i suppose i'm just a boy crazy.


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