Yeah, yeah, I know him, he throw knees over belly's as words while high.
He get burried in numbers and $´s with finesse as he allows.
Games to conquer with class.

He cares as little as the world over things that touches me and strikes me with haunt. Bye bye sanity with what is to build, or what is what says,
no, of that hes sure, pretty sure.

Some resemblance to harts when he strikes suicides back head and
live life as one think is an everyday story.
The romantic mystery of what us going on in the chest of that guy i know, is to live for.

He analyzes holes in minds and war while peace shoots missiles. Often shattered he is and he doubts he will be not.
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