Feeling to sick,
I only want to sleep.
The trouble is not so big,
But that already got too deep.
I am closing my eyes,
My body falls down too fast.
Everything slowly dies,
Everything slowl turns to dust.
Slight headache
Makes this day pass away.
I may seem fake,
That's what I am in this day.
See you soon,
I now want to flee.
Flying to the moon,
I don't know who's me.
Me
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