I've transferred old compositions of mine here. I crave to work for more. More! Look what time is it now. Direct me to go to sleep. I can't help not to write. Boo me.
I've got no soul to sell. Listen to my only plea. I'll sacrifice my hands for the system to fall. Perfect little dream yet it can lead to a parade of rejection and failure.
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