I don't want to follow you anymore.
I don't want to hear it.
Read it, feel the loneliness
mixed impeccably with jealousy
in a Molotov cocktail
and thrown in a window in my brain.
Explodes
with each compacted memory I'd stored away in hibernation.
When I am without memories
I am happy.
No relativity to define me.
I don't want to hear it.
Read it, feel the loneliness
mixed impeccably with jealousy
in a Molotov cocktail
and thrown in a window in my brain.
Explodes
with each compacted memory I'd stored away in hibernation.
When I am without memories
I am happy.
No relativity to define me.
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