viernes, 29 de septiembre de 2017

every idea that comes from fear is a lie

And I see the beauty from my window
and I catch the rain just before it collides with the floor
and the pretty bad things of this life become a little easier
and everything that I wish is given to me
and there's no shame or fear or grief even if I search for it severely

Even when the world is falling down there's hope enough to make it go backwards

And it doesn't fucking matters what the fuck you think you wanna do you trash
the cosmic plan is better than yours

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