morning is such a wonderful time, as my eye glimpse through the downward sloping street outside the cafe, all under a slow radiant sky, the body is so worn out, not on the inside, im so restless.

why cant the fckin insomnia just fckin go away? i want to sleep, please, im turnin into a fiend...

currently listening to: foreigner - i want to know what love is.
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