History is one jerk after another jerk
Passion and hormones are surging together in the blood, the body and the brain can be counted as young. The difference is only the pain of constant washing or the helplessness of letting go.
Retreat, repression, the pain that cannot bear to speak is love, opening your mouth to tell the turning point is a negotiation, and the eyes overflowing is the truth
Everyone knows something, but it's not enough to just hypothesize, it's only the young man in the cranial cavity who dares to keep asking
You shouldn't look back, the past is a terrible mess that can't be commented on and it's not history, looking back at the stagnant water behind you can only be lost
Searching for meaning is meaningless in itself
I'm wild again
Beguiled again
A whimpering simpering child again
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