I guess, i have spoken too much, spilled words are scatterred everywhere...
Careless thoughts speak aloud, what should ahve been unspoken...
My mind is racing and bouncing at the sides of my existence..
and, i am trapped between truth and pretence..
I wonder, if life is simply a practices sereis of motions over the years,
or, so i really mean it, when i say, I AM ALIVE..
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