IRC-Galleria

I made my way to the new east
I see no difference
I fumble my words..
They stay in my throat for just to dry up

my words are mere syllables of a choking animal
meaningless
for all the others
for me they are asks for help

nothing else could matter
I am the north
you are the reversed direction
and when we meet..
the needle in my compass turns around

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saa toki kommentoidakin.. tää on vaa ihan vitun nopeesti kirjotettu, eli ei niitä parhaita :P