I miss the Life, I had.
I miss myself, the way I was.
Things are unsaid, words are unkept
Shallow distances are steep developments
Mysteries are cruel, fake is the new real
There is a change, the only constant.
I miss myself, the way I was.
Things are unsaid, words are unkept
Shallow distances are steep developments
Mysteries are cruel, fake is the new real
There is a change, the only constant.
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