Feeling
This sensation
Right now
At this time
This second
Something sensational
I crave
I desire this fucking feeling
The feeling of something rather then nothing.
I’ve became nothing, in a big small world.
The wind hitting me in my face driving 50 MPH.
The cool air, the vibrant energy
I need
I a deceiver
I a nothing
I a lost cause
I am now getting grounded to the feeling of the pursuit of happiness
The small things in life really do matter
The small things are meant to be the big meaningful things in life
The world going around and around in a matter of seconds this skin will no longer be mine
This appearance will no longer be me
I survive now to a achieve and achieve to win.
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