Honestly what will become of me? Don't like reality. It's way too clear to me. But really life is dandy. We are what we don't see. Missed everything daydreaming. And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day 'til the feeling went away. And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and
the rain forgot how to bring salvation. Whistling a new tune. Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.
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