miércoles, 28 de julio de 2021

Fantasy

 My brain is a joker.

I really think that I looking for nothing

and that

makes me angry

'cause it's a big lie in my reality.

Nothing is connect to my emotions

but I believe that it's real... I feel it real.

I go away, on the streets, into the fog

and remember that I need isn't in my wishes.

Glass doesn't break with rocks only... so does our heart.


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