Sorry am not ready
Hopelessly looking for farve for my scar I stand here senseless between the tides As always, I stand by myself A confusion emerges Please get me out of here I have so many open positions My soul speaks up My fear is higher than these waves I'm not supposed to be here I'm so bored That's the truth I long for freedom But it is not like that I imagine What life would be like it would be fair Not spoken enough Our covenant broken and did nothing burnt like cabbage That was probably it I'm sorry am not ready
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