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positive thinkers and negative thinkers.

I think we are never gonna meet.

We enjoy of our side as much as they do, on the bright side of life.

But their sun is cold, I say, their warmth is fake; an empty hug makes you feel even more alone than how you really are.

I don’t want fake parades down my inner city, I prefer a silent funeral procession under a bloody sky.

Utterly sad and grey but -at least- true.



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