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gefangener weißer hai der nach oben schaut

Bis die Prokrastination von der Wahnsinnigkeit geschlagen wird, da muss man seltsam sein und schneller, im übertragenen Sinne

God throws himself in the piranha tank

I Write the sun so I don't Need one

It's the memories which will stay

The Sunrise is something so huge, the world feels oberwhelmed.

or just memories of life that was just light Nd nothibg else and the thunder by suprise is just the sound of a sorrow crashing in the sea of joy

Between spaceships and fairytales

The new is formed by the inspiration of the old

I‘d rather hide than enjoy the sun or maybe the day? At least.