Everything seems turning. And the jam starts to break circles. And red and not pink. I know it’s not my place. But something to face. My economy seems to be. In worse than actually. Thriving to the scene. Thriving to the scene. Thriving to the scene. Then I’m acting pissed. I couldnt share my fist. The very word is coming. But it’s a boy that I have missed. Hit it. Thriving to the scene. Thriving to the scene. Thriving to the scene