Most days we don’t sleep at night. We only wonder where the sun went. You’ll discover that faces known as friends and lovers grab at your cloths trying to hover on their dead air. These days we’re more afraid of getting old than dying. And maybe potential is where it should have ended, but I cant think that. I cant think that (when nothing seems to work)
All that’s left is your own words that linger like smoke when you left the room. They say will you always be lost in life? Think of me kindly. Know me better than myself.
Be lost in life. Think of me kindly. Know me better then myself.
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