18 lat, nic się nie zmienia, nadal jak wstaję rano chce mi się iść zajarać, nadal ciągle chce mi się jarać, zaczepiają nas kloszardzi, obgryzam paznokcie że się bardziej to nie da.

wyciągamy spojrzenia za kudły, a doda robi ci loda.

revolution, the festival of oppressed people.

once upon a time, there was a migrating, swirling urgency which overtake each other. i was looking for those reasons, sensitive escapes, screaming manifestations and all stuff from me and you. from neverending inside.

do you belive?
iwannafallinlove,fuck

if you were a dream, I wonder how many hours I’d sleep, how hard it would be to wake up and how easy to fall? If you were a dream, there would be nothing else I’d want to see, no reason to ever have opened my eyes at all. If you were a song, every word would be etched in my memory, every note of the delicate melody would be there in my head, if you were a song I would practice you night and day until perfectly I could play you by heart.

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