I buried the stars with every devil in me.
I smiled at the moon.
I would throw up the trees,
And would go little magical.
As I synced with my rhythm.
I couldn’t get with my sense.
And that’s the feeling full of fake emotions.
ATONEMENT
It's a thing that I couldn't keep it for myself. Someone trusted me, somebody did tell me, but I couldn't keep it for myself. I ...
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And she falls off from the mount. The tall story that she believed was just a fiction. She couldn’t hold the white lie. And she h... -
It is meant to be the way it is to be, deeper it goes, better cutting yourself with a butter knife, it hurts more, I don’t want to ... -
All time for bed, still awake. Black inch in through the crater. Fear thickens, frail psyche. Pain sway out, inert eyes, bl...
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