over smoke,we’ll chat

everything is looking sad.


average survival.




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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