Such a conglomeration of nonsense
my day-to-day seems
to always consist of.
my day-to-day seems
to always consist of.
If only I could turn off the noise:
The vehicles rushing,
buildings growing
empty,
and the hushed tone
of my happiness
sobbing in the corner.
The vehicles rushing,
buildings growing
empty,
and the hushed tone
of my happiness
sobbing in the corner.
If only
the way this life changed
was normal.
Maybe I would be too...
maybe.
the way this life changed
was normal.
Maybe I would be too...
maybe.
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