It keeps slipping out of my brain.
Who is the nemesis? Who is the arc enemies?
How does it feel to completely trusting someone?
A pure joy from a morning breeze.
The green scents from the 1st leaves.
It keeps slipping out.
I am pathological liar for myself, I keep telling it that everything gonna be OK.
I know I am not.
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