Euphoria


Ingnorance is bliss,
but siclience is Euphoric.
one-day my story shall be historic.

I shall forever search for our utopia,
for all I need is Euphoria.

O' please let me have my own area.
to think,
and let the stress of our days sink.

I am not depress.
I am oppress.
at night you will here my cries of distress.

I do not need liberation.
it is not that am afaid of confrontation.
I have come to the realization.

Ingnorance is bliss, but siclience is Euphoric.

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