Wear with some expectations.I found it too difficult.
masquerade make up, in different style of shit.
Undisclosed reasons to be with.
Much time , i turned the pages
and wrote somewhere inside the moleskine
"God, please give me one more time."
You never knows when you're alone,
Sense of apathy, fucked up and insane.
As wishing , every night could be magical,
where we can create stars and all the funny feelings.
Don't ever try to tell me, how much you are there for me
because there was nothing to start with.
"Well dear, regret the inconvenience cause"
What I may do, I may stay up for a little while.
"Not like you, unlike me"
Creating all those stars, alone.
Good night.
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