as everyone is asleep i'm awake without all of the fakes.
as everyone buries themselves in dreams, i play and replay my memories.
sometimes i smile, for the best part of the day has yet to happen.
i have no reason to be sad, as tomorrow brings the new leaven.
the after is always excites my nerves while the before is only the pretest. Lord, my dearest Lord.. to whom it to be addressed, my uncontained pulse burst into rainbow.
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