Broken hearts and empty cups I try but just can't fill. These are pieces I find that keep me going. Pieces that keep me awake. Pieces that keep me dreaming.

27.September.11
I am in a room that doesn’t end. Filled with the beauty of manufactured sound.

I am in a room that doesn’t end. Filled with the beauty of manufactured sound.

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