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It's always varying

Between watchfulness and breakdown

There are moments where the brain pecisely clatters

When I concentrate myself

The number of breakdowns is massive

Although less moments

When you can draw up yourself

There lies a massive gray, very lead over all Again and again I try to perceive the life

But everything is brought to zero I try to think clearly, but every emotion is like frozen

And suddenly I wonder about the coldness

I have innerly evolved He is likely to come always there

When you never expect him

All the colours will raise never again Your loss blows up all dimensions

Values, phantasies

The pain is like a desert, full of brutally force