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Das fragt mich mal einer, als ich durch die Straße lief. Und er hatte recht. Ich hatte sie in der Hand. Versteckt in der Tasche. Fest umschlossen in der Faust. Die...read more

Dappled dreams and painted nights. Miseries tease the open eye. Rythms boast of times demise. The walking cry of lullabyes. The racing minds quest for finish lines. Where do all...read more

Why would you believe that I could forget? Left me to swim in a sea of transparent blue. Flawless words inscribed in text, digital dialogs that grasp. Its time to say fuck whats...read more

God died and fell apart like a crumbling wall that they try to rebuild to divide us, removing our motivation (losing our motivation) and our ability to shape our own world. Amongst the...read more

Explosions of our fate. closing to an end. our reality dead. Dreaming of existence of a world we had. gone by our own hands. we Slip away to our own dark end. in the end no one...read more

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