Is this whole fucking world getting ugglyfull, really ?
I do think it is.
Or is it my mind, getting fixed on it, for I can't find myself innit nomore.
Escaping shortly, a while, as we say, which while never lasts enough, is never long enough to provide as a sun, light and warmth for the whole fucking rest of times.
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