Indecision on the predominant part of myself, brings everything into an intense metamorphosis, not knowing of the two fractions. An internal conflict on my being. Not anything around me now, siece myself at all times. Buds as two twins, one of which I will wither, is the process in which everything will run out, will explain my being when all have the same direction. Sometimes it breaks my thoughts as if they were tearing flesh. Tearing flesh.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
