Methylphenidate Hydrochloride

Trying to find light to write on the shadows of the bricks. Two different souls, a candle without any wick. Nomads from the past, tired, thirsty. With words without a voice. Every 15 minutes; check suicide preservation. Our path is hereby all misled. Psychosis numbing is afraid to speak, putting words to emotions we failed to seek. An endless devotion she has sailed my seas. Another lovers devotion, I've failed, times three!