There's this sadness; and that knowledge.
If there isn't anything mysterious
or things of interest then
I'll have to recreate myself anew.
I squeeze out fragments and it hurts.
It hurts with them just being in there.
And processing takes a lot of energy.
I can only imagine what I'd be able to
What happiness capable of
And what creation to be made
A new life; I desire revolutionary togetherness
Oh. Pensive girl, come walk with me.
I want to have sensual sex in the wild bush gardens.
I think I'll find something deep down inside of you.
Don't bother; just do. Yeah.....
I am sorry for not growing any faster
I think I'm doing what I can~~ xoxo
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