Cry without tears.
You have corrupted my innocent mind. Now my head is going around. Let's see if I explain it otherwise. I don't like to have a crush. But, who gives a shit? Please whisper, sing me, to sleep. There is a reserved place; for me and my friends, a place in hell. Sweet fantasy. Do you want to come with me? Do you want to climb up with me? Landscape lively of transparent drawings, that my eyes wait to be feed. Now I cry without tears, there is so much taste still I don't know, too many colours that I've never seen.


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