listening to: Politik by Coldplay
sitting half naked before the computer screen.
chatting with sherman.
feeling lost as ever.
feeling so so sad.
what's wrong daryl.
what went wrong.
politik feeding the emotions.
never felt more incomplete.
"Come on, oh my star is fading,
And I see no chance of release,
And I know I'm dead on the surface,
But I am screaming underneath"
-amsterdam, coldplay.
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