Countless sleepless nights...
No rest for a tortured soul i suppose. I see the sun rise. I sit in its light. Yet i feel no warmth. What am i missing? My soul cries out...but for what? I do not know
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Psychoticknight · 26-30
Sounds like smoking a Jay would do you some good fella