threatning the life it belongs to
[I] I have never adorned black robes. I wonder what pills cause your eyes to build the shrouds around me.
[II] I want to play piano, and make my voice louder, in attempts to translate my thoughts into song.
[III] A camera taken to the streets. The lense didn't show them correctly. The photos will never ever compare to my memories. I gave up. Putting the camera in my pocket to let my eyes soak the city in while they still can.
[IV] I am either alone or suffocating. Thirty-four hours, and you're already (all ready) asking for pieces.
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