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It is morning. I am watching the sun-rise.
Everything is new it seems...
I am starting afresh. Yet, I feel so old. In this young body of mine. I am tired, yet there is so much to go, there is a lot ahead it would seem. Things are opening, yet i'm suffacating and I know it won't be long before I desperatly gasp for air... how will I ever survive?
hold me, and i'll hold you.
waaay to early for this head of mine. I have work. ciao.
Everything is new it seems...
I am starting afresh. Yet, I feel so old. In this young body of mine. I am tired, yet there is so much to go, there is a lot ahead it would seem. Things are opening, yet i'm suffacating and I know it won't be long before I desperatly gasp for air... how will I ever survive?
hold me, and i'll hold you.
waaay to early for this head of mine. I have work. ciao.