If you believe the hopes,
& nbsp;you've been lucky sometimes,
& nbsp; and hanging out between
& nbsp;inaccurate evil and evil.
All as if in pieces
& nbsp;and feelings no more than five.
Not letting anyone in,
how can I find myself?
Billiard of ghosts.
I guess it's all over.
And it's time to do something,
& nbsp;I just don't know what.
I don't know,
& nbsp; what exactly is, but is
& nbsp; & nbsp; on each side of the spectrum.
We just don't see the light.
By the possibilities of daden
& nbsp; & nbsp; chance (nothing to sweat from the forehead)
& nbsp;between on and behind.
I'm narrow.
But life is weak.
I m narrow
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