Again the past with all its darkness lingering in the background.
Youth years, regrets and melancholy.
All in a very odd suffocating room with moving walls.
Stumbling and falling, but getting up again and again.
We did some exercises I would say.
Up...up...up in the air now.
Youth years, regrets and melancholy.
All in a very odd suffocating room with moving walls.
Stumbling and falling, but getting up again and again.
We did some exercises I would say.
Up...up...up in the air now.
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