through the thick hair
that extra bone in my body I was a superfluous person
in your world I was walking next door to a desolate city my footsteps are fading away Why? I still have to see so much, look at the trivial fur in the floating light, grow old in a hurry overnight , and in the end, it is a short- lived feeling like believing in candlelight . Those gaps need to be filled constantly, and you need to look up to be able to go farther. The hardest thing to understand is to wake up come to this thing
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