Almost 30 and the society is eating me alive
it's natural to wonder in rage
I'm painting a life of poetic
peeling it from the wall of my vision
I thought I have found my salvation,
why am I still feeling like I'm still searching for one...
The container of my soul is too expensive
for grace and ideas let my life worth living
slow me down, for my thought is racing my heart out
this is my first time
if you didn't see the point, well what can I say?
Read me again
slow and steady
let your imagination made visible through the sound
thank you
love
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