Somehwere in Germany.
...& we kept running.
Around the whole world.
Searching for something,
which could help us
to stand up and run.
Run after something
which we couldn't find,
because we didn't know
what it is.
The heart is bleeding
inside of us.
Used to be broken like that.
Somewhere.
And I hope,
I can find you.
And if not,
the moon surly will do.














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