Two years ago I was in hell.
The spring was blooming. My room was a jail.

It is so hard to feel restrained when around you the birds are unchained.
But It was fine.

Two years ago I was in hell.
The spring was glowing. I was drunk as well.

It is so hard to feel restrained when around you the birds are unchained.
But It was fine.

I was having Scandinavian dreams, of shiny rivers and snowy hills.
I lost my mind in digital drifts trying to find an uncanny thrill.
I dove into liquorous nights looking for someone who does not exist.
It is so hard to feel restrained when around you the birds are unchained.

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