This feeling of breathlessness chokes all thougts out of the mind.
The emptiness of the brain feels heavier, the lightness of thoughts are a solace.
The train of thoughts have crashed for the first time.
The death-toll is misleading, the creative edge has cut the chords of peace.
The lessons learnt are free, the dreams not worth a dime.
The first crash is not the last, more will die before the journey ends.
The emptiness of the brain feels heavier, the lightness of thoughts are a solace.
The train of thoughts have crashed for the first time.
The death-toll is misleading, the creative edge has cut the chords of peace.
The lessons learnt are free, the dreams not worth a dime.
The first crash is not the last, more will die before the journey ends.
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