17 agosto 2011
3
17
/08
/agosto
/2011
04:35
Your world is full,
full of any that are not me.
Your clock is accelerated,
not even a second to meet.
You're so social, i feel wild.
You're so busy, it makes me lazy.
I don t want to hang around you,
if your world is only yours.
It s not that i don t want to meet,
It s not that i don t think you have simply
to the most perfectly attitude.
But in your world, i fear there s no place for me.
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