Its like laying on top of the sun in the winter. Life is never what you think it would be but its an addiction we all want but some of us overdose into a dream of unwanted misery. I just lay and star up at the stars to see if the direction they are heading can point me to my destiny, These four walls keep the calm before the storm but the warm breeze dances with the black strands of heaven. The sun its on its period but no pad can stop the flow that will turn us all into angels.
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