my mind never sleeps thinking of the endless images i need to create, words to convey my sympathies and sorrows, when the world stops turning...... i will rest.
I bleed out the words i long to scream as i silently sit in observation of the passers by. softly i speak a single word that will paint a vibrant picture. deception.
.its not always how it seems.
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