I’m so tired of inspirations,
Big invasions,
They appear on many occasions
And cause me to be quiet and close
And close
Like a dog that just been hosed
I hate the way the story goes
One came, One chase, One goes,
It holds a toll
The story is getting old
Should I change and out-range it?
It’s the strangest
Reminiscing is dangerous
Memories of females I want to release them, take them off a restraint,
Tainted, maybe that’s the word I’m looking for,
It drives me beast to the
Core Makes me feel tore
What am I looking for?
I found her
What do I want?
I have her
And now all I want to do is be around her.
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