I see a hurricane turning, slowly shredding everything in its path.
My head says it is a hurricane. Everything I ever logically laid out in my life says hurricane.
My blood says it is a party.
I wake up with my head pounding.
My head says it is a hurricane. Everything I ever logically laid out in my life says hurricane.
My blood says it is a party.
I wake up with my head pounding.
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