And when your golden curls have turned to red,
when your
Pictures don't speak, and so it was said.
So break this
Pick the solitude that creates this cage. Does the gray
In me lies no fear. Nothing else can make me
Place those eyes that burn on my lap. I can't
And this is where I stay, in between the in
Everything that comes out of your mouth is amazing.
See your
I remember this feeling coming over me, seeing the back
Your face is loosely sculpted fragmented, pigment and drive
You're dying
I feel that each year repeats itself, only with their
I am eternally faithful for my second chance to live.
Life
An allegiance of forces, disgusted at the pace of life
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