chaotic regretful scorching of ideas smokeing through his head.
a failure to produce an idea i had, not everything comes out how you plan
The wakeup call, wakeup fall.
a tragity, something beautiful drownd to death on land.
letting go, helplessness and pain.
white dress's i figured had something to do with purity, an idea of a foolish thought i had.
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