angela-minardWhisper

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Play MePlay Me / The dissonant chords spill down my spine / the ominous sound of winter wind

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Jun 18, 2013

ResurrectionWhen you feel as if can no longer inhale / the weight of darkness pressing against your eyes / When you wander for hours

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Mar 4, 2014

WorthyWorthy / of what? / lies?

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Jul 29, 2013

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