Who am I. I'm just a cripple fallen from the sky with no remorse, no pain, no gain. I'm not a human, I can say. I live therefore I breathe. I rest. I carry so much with My chest. I am o constant flowing river. That holds no grudge. Just ignorance and love. You feel me? How can you? You not me. I am me. Who am I? I don't know why I touch the sky. You feel me? So do I. It's all about fucking perespective.

Who am I.

I'm just a cripple fallen from the sky with no remorse, no pain, no gain.

I'm not a human, I can say. I live therefore I breathe. I rest. I carry so much with My chest.

I am o constant flowing river. That holds no grudge. Just ignorance and love. You feel me?

How can you? You not me. I am me. Who am I? I don't know why I touch the sky. You feel me?

So do I.

It's all about fucking perespective. 

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