

i'm leaving the day i was borni was running through the woods not knowing what i'll see i never stopped wondering where this will take me i see the light breaking through the leaves feeling so confidenti'm leaving the day i was born
i'll be somewhere i want to be
it cut like a knife i did not know what happened i was in the middle of a dessert with no life from a distance i tried running faster hoping i'll get away but the day turned night and i felt coldness on my skin i tried to stay awake
but the cruel wind rages on to the night
i'm leaving the day i was born i'm moving to a d
On my way home
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later
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Art is the highest task and proper metaphysical activity of this life.- Nietzsche.
*nebelkriegerin
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