mad.i am.addict.i am.
my reality losted it likes autumn leaves in the wind
your skin is a cocaine i inhale it in all my lungs burn oneself with unreality of colors
i can t breathe u
paper airplanes are so light they brings strings full of tenderness and hopelessly fall at the feet
anesthesia and oblivion come with white tracks
mad
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