21:54

My days aren't days anymore. They blend together and melt into the night. Everything gets me going, and nothing can freakin stop me when I'm moving forward. Yet everything becomes this blue haze, with no space in my head to distinguish anything from anything else. And all that I can really feel are the sweaty moments and keep me moving.


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