August 30, 2014
Written on 9 August 2014 Normal let’s you get up in the morning You go to work, eat, love, pray and hopefully cut out some mourning, Your soul and life, Can No longer soaring In this routine, stableness No it’s not Boring. Normal is Nice Your heart as cold as ice It let’s you live a day longer Not once, not twice but thrice. Maybe your will find pleasure Spending your evenings With your eyes Glued to Miami Vice Normal is a trade. It allows your mum to sleep at night. So what’s wrong? With being … Normal.
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