unfinished
the thought of the things to come
the thought of the things undone
the thought of you
what else to think
what else to do
drive me to the edge
drive me to the point of no return
stubborn and painfull
this feels like sunburn
what am i to do
what am i to say
when all my words become complaints
lets just run away
*unfinished*
mahakala, man, 47 jaar
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