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It ends to begin with to start again
Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
And take pursuit of pleasure to extremes. The drastic pursuit of destiny that will become firm. The reality of The endless highways seems more like a nightmare then the melody dream. The wings of desires that leads our Enlarge Vehicle of Thinking to the dead extreme. The opportunity which I am craving for seems more like a sloppy soothing cream. The fuel which will end up Empty on the Dominant turn of sudden vision of Breaking with a drazzling Beam.
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