over smoke,we’ll chat

everything is looking sad.

routine,

average survival.

mind-

crib/complaints

 

a different window seems opened.

i am losing all,i had held so tight and close

 

no control sense is ascending

i am avoiding to deny..

 

insanity is feeding on me.

 

it is intellectual vaccuum.

 

 

 

i want crash into wall.

break the vases.

 

open my nut bolts of mind.

 

 

scratch people blind.

laugh,at the same time cry..

 

i am hating saying,

am enjoying the phase.

would understand my insanity.

 

the phase.

 

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