Sometimes I just feel like giving up, holding onto nothing but the stream of the sound, hit the chords and jump about, bounce around, between thoughts and dreams. I lie on the floor and die slowly, pleasuring my mind…

Sometimes I just feel like giving up, holding onto nothing but the stream of the sound, hit the chords and jump about, bounce around, between thoughts and dreams. I lie on the floor and die slowly, pleasuring my mind…

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