At last I stand beckoning my beginning to say right now aloud, that i've earned my cloud.
Supposing the fact that this life is a simplistic saga, won only after attaing sympathy, since without nothing, succeeding would be unnecessaary.
Perhaps instead i'm only to be the one seeing the things farout there and crazy, demonic and daily, a canopy of insanity, a clamored reality. a testament of sorts through the eyes of a wild childs doubting and deliberating nightly, on if their freaks of nature or just naturally freaked out.
Listen to the meanings behind all that they were witnessing.
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Supposing the fact that this life is a simplistic saga, won only after attaing sympathy, since without nothing, succeeding would be unnecessaary.
Perhaps instead i'm only to be the one seeing the things farout there and crazy, demonic and daily, a canopy of insanity, a clamored reality. a testament of sorts through the eyes of a wild childs doubting and deliberating nightly, on if their freaks of nature or just naturally freaked out.
Listen to the meanings behind all that they were witnessing.
(please note copyright)
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