A murderous scream brought upon by hopeless dreams.
Unable to succeeded in a world of disguise loosing sight of reality with all i fantasize. How can i be everything i want to be and still find time to be me, walking threw each second with no light to see.
There's no way to get on top, every piece of matter can be bartered and bought.
You put your life on the line just to pay for it and, you still can't take it to your grave. Living for each second makes it useless to save.
The past is history and the future is yours to shape.
Anything can happen you have the powers to create.
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