White lines
of white silence,
end the violence,
take me to a winter wonderland.
They say that though the blizzard buries all the skeletons in your closet under a blanket of snow,
they'll still be there when it melts.
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
White lines
of white silence,
end the violence,
take me to a winter wonderland.
They say that though the blizzard buries all the skeletons in your closet under a blanket of snow,
they'll still be there when it melts.
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