fphuuuuuuuuuu!
And there it goes again, slipping throught my fingers like a shread of time itself.
It flies with the wind and revolves around my aura as I desperatly try to catch it...
But why? What is it? Why am I trying to hold on to this disappearing plane of existance?
Fly, my dear, fly with the wind. Go, go away and never come back.
Goodbye forever evil guilt. Tag along to someone else, cause I'm donne with you.
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Jump high to reach your dreams
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