When the rain comes down, the sun is blurred beyond the clouds. Don't tell me that no hopes lies under my skin, don't repeat that the dream is over. Is not true at all.
I like your colours, your hair, your pale skin, your shinny dark leather and your philosophy at the queue of the backstage. Dormitage. Idioteque. Idioterne.
Lucas, I will find my way. Catching butterflies, trying to reach the sky I dare.
Self respect, more than anything else.
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