 | life some fear death,I seek it,I welcome it into my arms,I give it my charms,It displaces harm.But I am patient I can wait ,death of course ,is our only confirmed fate... |
| october october,i'm not sober,sunny saturdays the clearest of skies ,Living the life The highest of highs.Didn't need poems,I was living poetry. Endless drives and hopeless dreams,My mind flies and my freedom screams.That was then,it won't all happen again.But for SUNNY SATURDAYS in october and a little less sober... |
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