Insanity
Nov. 8, 2015 (6:25 PM)
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The streets were beautiful, but the girl walking on them wasn't.
Walking on the streets alone at night with no moon haunts my every inch of sanity
Why is life messing on me?
Why does the planes and skyscrapers Pierce my existence?
Why does these trees never wonder why they never made their own sound when they were the ones who mattered through this life-long experience?
When can I get the perks of becoming beautiful?
God it's so deep, please stop thinking, please.
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