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NiaFragile trends darken my eyes, reality changes according to my perspective.I freeze, as winter freezes the life. Established to succumbing, the masses shall conform; reality is not real, in this noisy delirium my voice sound out from the pack. Questions constantly increasing, loneliness of a mind. A step forward, an hundred back, a constant agony. Reality. It's over, over, over Reality. I'm searching for something, so I wait for my time to try to go nowhere. A constant agony. |