I started out in search of ordinary things...how much a tree bends in the wind.I starded telling the story without knowing the end...I used to be darker, then i got lighter, then i got dark again.
Something too big to be seen was seen passing over and over me... Well it seemed like a routine case of first. With the death of the shadow came lightness of verse but the darkest of nights in truth still dazzled and i work myself untill i'm frazzled. I ended up in search of ordinary things like how can a wave possibly be...I started running when things pan out as i planned in case things go poorly and i not return.Remember the good things i done, in case things go poorly and i not return... remember the good things i done or done me in.
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