Eyes full of stars
Are your eyes full of stars? Or are those tears? Are you a killer by choice or were you made this way? Did they coerce you into living this bandit existence, lurking in the shadows? Crouched waiting for your next target? Do you want out? Is there a smile beneath the mask? Dreaming of an easier life? On a beach somewhere far from this dusty hell. Is it so out of reach? Can’t you feel the wind in your hair? Blowing you towards a dream instead of blowing them all away? Aren’t you just a bandit dreaming of a way out? Or is that just my imagination?
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