There are days when the dark side of the soul emerges.
Uncontrollable bad feelings are always coming from inside the chest.
Anger. Distress. Boredom.
All of this kills me every day. This city distresses me. These people frustrate me.
And I minimized. Frustrate me.
And keep living... By half, to pieces.
Uncontrollable bad feelings are always coming from inside the chest.
Anger. Distress. Boredom.
All of this kills me every day. This city distresses me. These people frustrate me.
And I minimized. Frustrate me.
And keep living... By half, to pieces.
But still living.. In my dark side of the moon!
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