At least, probably, engaged.
The stars, The Sun, the perfect world I made.
Things which are getting out of control.
Almost better, really glowing, already born.
I just did it, I just found it, I'm observing now.
I can say goodbye.
I got used to it.
Not something to fear.
Not something to praise.
There's nothing fair.
The sacred promises are rusted.
The words have been forgotten.
Today is a beautiful day to start off one more time.
To bet again on God's board.
To get wet once more.
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