shaking
Why are my hands shaking?
Why is this world so cruel?
wishing it would all go away.
My eyes are build to penetrate the darkness around me.
from hill to hill I run ever on,
I can not stop before my goal.
Water flowing through my walls.
shattering my defences.
I stand here on top of it all.
Waiting for the moment of relief.
alphamale, man, 45 jaar
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