26.11.12

Wake up.



Flight to the poetry of my days, and live.
I'll never live unless another day music or freedom.
Increasingly, only longer.
Because not believe in passion and my soul still confuse with damn ways of love, because it need not exist to be called such: It just is. what it is. Fuck it.
To love is to be sweet.
Wake up.

Mount your character.

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