Fallin to the bottom as the bounce makes reason believe it needs not interact with a certain type... As the thoughts on tryin to get out tap at the skull in which keeps the mind at work doin double time chasing money to the ends of life... Still awakens to the gesture in the mirror that knows the patterns of the eyes very well... As no convo will ever match the honesty that lessons carry on n away then back around to remind the forgetfulness of the pain no one can sell... Life emerges beneath the level of the head not being able to float quite right knowing where the land took place no one should ever go... That's why luv is so hard to accept n people in general follow the same fuckin code as true relations are rarer than being able to call somewhere home...
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