The pressure is mounting.
Next day morning 3 cups of
The black tea I make In the Ice
Quiet singe I am quitting smoking
For the 20th Time
What will I do next with my reason
Health to spend however Or on whoever
I please with new a new press
The French coffee I steep
It's a morning after all, wake up
The day is good again
Here I write to you about exhaustion
A night where time slows
Getting back to the sonic construction
The third album will last
Patiently carried to the?
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