turning the tv on and off, walking then stopping, standing up then lying down, everything has something awkward to it. staring at the clock, squinting your eyes then relaxing them, laughing at myself and arguing with the wall that doesn’t respond. holding a cigarette between my black lips, lipsynching to the sad lyrics on the radio. on the other side of the mirror, where there is no one i fill it up with myself and form a smile with difficulty.
it seems like the nightly wind chills will tear up the black clouds,
it seems like i’m gradually going crazy while staring at the red moon,
it seems like i’ll be able to forget it.
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a nap bármelyik percében elindíthatom bármelyik epik high számot, csak több leszek tőle. bármelyik szám szövegének nézek utána, mindig valami új csodát, kincset fedezek fel.
thank you for breathing ~
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