Jacob

Jacob

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  • Sig
    Everything is dubious everyday, and then, like that, you know, Good bye Baby
    My heart consists of two sides of realism and escapism
    "Are there something good?" I asked to the opposite of myself
    I ask myself, You tell me, You ask me here and there, AAAA
    I just instinctively touched you, but I wanted to say nothing to you,
    Aching, touching, gasping, heavenly driving
    Anything, everything, anywhere, everywhere, anyway, anyhow,
    Fly away right now!
    Sig
    Everything went bad on my dream, and I awoke to find
    My brain environment occupied by an unidentified object called love, and then
    My torn-in-two mental environment could never controlled by new limiters, therefore-
    Collecting those egoism of miscellaneous, ambiguous and innocent catastrophe,
    Somehow, I got the words to tell where's here, seemingly
    Sig
    Binding them forcefully
    Pasting over the retina
    Now you can fall in love
    I miss you, with you, nope!
    Sig
    Feel free to fall in love
    Expanding your midriff
    Burst out by the strong taste
    Life-sized duplicity
    Sig
    Everything is dubious everyday, and then, like that, you know, Good bye Baby
    My heart consists of two sides of realism and escapism
    "Is there something good?" I asked to the opposite of myself
    I ask myself, You tell me, You ask me here and there, AAAA
    I just instinctively touched you, but I wanted to say nothing to you,
    Aching, touching, gasping, heavenly driving
    Anything, anywhere, anyway, anyways, anyhow,
    It's time to fly away right now!
    Sig
    Everything went well on my dream, and I awoke to find
    My brain environment occupied by an unidentified object called love, and then
    My torn-in-two mental environment
    Could never controlled by existing capacity, therefore-
    Among those speeches of miscellaneous, ambigious and innocent sensationalism,
    Somehow, the soul searches for eyes to know where's here
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