Daily sickness
Going threw the day each drive out trying to make a play
Set in stone is a thing never thought about with this sickness
You travel find do then travel more it turns to a never ending circle the memories start to come back why did u let urself go again you new what was comeing and now your the only thing going you try to sleep and you cant u try to breath it away and u fail so u stuck in a whirl wind of thoughts ...why are u forgetting what you were taught.
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