Everything Is Wrong
I miss it
Dont ask what,
beacause I'll never be able to tell.
Either from fear of realisation,
or because i dont know what i am missing--
"My mind feels like a radio tuned to all stations
So many thoughts inside me that none of them counted"
Even you..
Lolita
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