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Black and white stills of a moving picture Held by a shadow less shadow who resembles my essence. This shadow is lost of color, lost of a tainted love Frozen into a mental hell he is Burning questions with unreachable, bittersweet answers, nearby Shall he ever know the truth of his heart's bleeding façade? Or will this unwelcomed depression, become his dictator?
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
Black & White
Black and white stills of a moving picture Held by a shadow less shadow who resembles my essence. This shadow is lost of color, lost of a tainted love Frozen into a mental hell he is Burning questions with unreachable, bittersweet answers, nearby Shall he ever know the truth of his heart's bleeding façade? Or will this unwelcomed depression, become his dictator?
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
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