Tired of talk, tired of explain. If I don't know me, how can I explain to you how I feel it? Even if you understand me, I know that you will forget soon. I'm tired of walking around you, tired of trying to find you. I don't know myself, can you imagine how much it hurts that I don't recognize me? If I could show you how much time I've been waiting... I don't know who I am. Can you please remind me? I feel like my life is stuck, my soul is completely empty. I Don't know how to get out, am fed up of waiting, maybe i need a breathly...

Anemoia

Exulansis

Producer & DJ | Progressive House | Melbourne

Just a weird guy that make weird things when weird times comes to him... Making music, not songs... Music open your soul 💫

Exulansis

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