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pianogirl
Just a writer, walking down a road to nowhere exactly. / Music and writing is what comes from the deepest parts of my soul,and probably the darkest ones.
Little petty mistakes threw us apart Dragging me into anesthesia Down in the memory lane Lies nothing but pain I'm alive but I feel so detached from the world It's a state so queer and strange With every piercing flashback I fall deeper into anesthesia My body lies still on the ground But my soul is bursting like flames And every flame burns every inch of my existence It's a state of heartbreak But it's still more than just that
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
State of anesthesia