life got cold
as temperature decreases my mood swings
and there will be blood.
there are at least two persons and a huge generation-gap in-between me.
reading lines from someone before my time claiming someone has to pass away soon
and then going out to the street trying to pretend nothing had happened and you're one of them
feel like them, think like them, exist like them
where do i have to escape to to be able not to run the race with my face and mind all covered up?
the place is in me i guess
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