Escape
I lost it because I was building with empty bricks. I live on the edge now and I like it because at the end of the day you don't need things, you need nothing to be free. I always wanted to escape, escape from empty headed people this society contains, I wonder a lot: 'what the hell I'm still doing here. I'm just go get another beer until I think the time is ripe: be gentle, I probably will just get ghost someday, sitting some where at a dock of a bay
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| Auteur: Bear26 | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 januari 2016 | ||
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