The words no longer seam to be mine.
The words I say.
The locks jingle in my mind.
The way I see things seams to change.
The way I see my self seams to be so fake.
So I stand here and look around.
The wall around me turn to rubble.
The citys crumble.
The fires blaze.
The cool wind blows.
The rain starts to fall.
who
- Twich
- twich....not much said, iam like the wind you know its there you can feal it but you can never see it.
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