I have been living in morbid worlds, trying to come out.
And then I am bored. There are sparks, at times, but too meager to help me out.
I think I am fine living here. Or may be not.
I am waiting in vain for you.
You have the speed of light.
And then I am bored. There are sparks, at times, but too meager to help me out.
I think I am fine living here. Or may be not.
I am waiting in vain for you.
You have the speed of light.
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