Wiesowiesowieso. Wozuwozuwozu. Where to go.
Are there actually people who the fun? All this?
What's the point? There is none.
Sweet little pills. 500mg to salvation.
You ask: Why?
I say: Why not?
Is all imagination? Irrelevant?
I move in circles. Immerundimmerwieder.
Nothing goes forward. Nothing develops.
hurts everything.
Take me away from here.
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