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my blood is playing a piano tune in my veins
When happiness is felt it's genuine but it's guilty. I shouldn't feel it. Never ever. It's temporary. We make plans without each other. We force each other to fight. It's our only source of exchange. We don't understand what we already know. We leave each other alone at tables. We spend money on drunken hope, on drunken happiness. Fleeting ( Read more... )
