somewhere in time, there's a little child crying his heart out.
somewhere out there, in a forgotten place,
exist a beautiful soul totally devastated by its own feelings.
somehow, a not-existent presence, can inflict a sentiment in the place with no sense.
someone, someone is dictating craziness to the consciousness.
...and this last one, is the very first emotion.
lost in the time, lost in the memory, erased in a hear, remains present, in me.
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