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all the people wander freely all of them they wander well and all the time i wonder why they don't stop walking empty busy dry inside a shell;
 
everyone is focused on this special something what's the sense in doing something anyone and everyone is loving something everyone you owe me nothing i know nothing;

i know nothing of these ways of liking all those things don't seem to me they just don't seem to be that striking anymore and anyways anybeauty and so called beauty is that one time feeling longing for it longing losing;

happy hiking in these hills get lost and don't stop liking buried feeling undead thrills experience reexperience re and reexperience and re my life just re me something;

i lost it all I own it now again again I know I have a plan to find I want I plan to not to plan and in the moment I can dwell in fever free in one piece piece and peacefully I follow I unfollow me.

I lost my footing decomposed brown leafs I lost it all of my beliefs I found them out the thieves these hands they did not stop release myself from empty bars and make belief create belief;

I long to look out for the yellow sky to fall through it and never try to run from it. Beauty pure one in my mind to love in short now I am kind.
Written by jontSking
Published | Edited 20th Jun 2018
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