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how can i not talk when talk is not an answer.

we believe, a situation.
we believe, a deadful rights to measure how far we can go.
we decide, to go back and start all of this again.

it's so perfect how the sentimental things becomes a similar things like the other.
just how it is, pretend at its own living.
just to make sure how something's not sure.

i believe, situation. a deadful situation.
i believe, a deadful rights to measure how far we can go. believing the things right before in our eyes
i decide, to go back and start all of this again. and go back to make sure we don't start again that too back.


all the things that mess in my head.
there's no occurence that makes us feel leisure of how a leisurement works.
there's no mosquitoes around that i really want to kill right now.
there's a helmet that i will not falter in any other hands.
there's no place that conceited any jukebox laying around, with a coin of our minds.


its a long way to heaven, or to fall down to hell another heaven.

you believe.
you believe.
you decide.