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The army of time marches ahead while the nervous cling to the edges of hope; wishing to be loved and cared for in a future of worry; Hands dance from number to number while the pretentious feign having hope; wishing to be loved and cared for in a future of worry; A billion clocks update with ease while the tired let go of hope; wishing to suffer no more for no longer within the chasms of darkness; The winds of change blow forever while the dispirited admit to losing hope; wishing to suffer no more for no longer within the chasms of darkness.
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC
The Chasms of Darkness
The army of time marches ahead while the nervous cling to the edges of hope; wishing to be loved and cared for in a future of worry; Hands dance from number to number while the pretentious feign having hope; wishing to be loved and cared for in a future of worry; A billion clocks update with ease while the tired let go of hope; wishing to suffer no more for no longer within the chasms of darkness; The winds of change blow forever while the dispirited admit to losing hope; wishing to suffer no more for no longer within the chasms of darkness.
It's been a while, but I'm back and eager to write again
Svode
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC
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