But who could love me?
I am out of my mind
Throwing a line out to sea
To see if I can catch a dream
I'm just a weaked child, poetic person who get insomnia because to much caffeine in those red cells. You can find me between 2sides of this city with a cup of coffee and eyes shoot on a laptop to write some bloodyscratch...
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