what a beautiful thing the oblivion.
we tend to forget even our
happiness
So strange.
Just like your eyes
They speak different languages,
The one of the heart
and the other of ignorance
So strange.
The feeling of distance
when somebody is standing right next to you
So strange.
we tend to forget even our
happiness
So strange.
Just like your eyes
They speak different languages,
The one of the heart
and the other of ignorance
So strange.
The feeling of distance
when somebody is standing right next to you
So strange.
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