| Comes A Day . Quit looking at me as if I have all the answers, and then take away the questions, changing them into regressions… .. there's so many things that I am not… I'm not the rock you think you see… ... The endless pool of clam, has its moments of direct reflections you'd better hang on tight I'm not past flicking on that light… .... I might suggest you pay attention, I'm not responsible for your ascension, the degree in which you push leaves you drowning in your own reflection… |
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