every day despite my future i change because nothing now has held me to anything i could see through for long enough i watch from a distance from the trees through a spirit that believes me and i wonder how i ever fell in darklight so far from your existance when you are the exact image dead and breathing reflecting behind skin and bones i never believed i could live againnbut im living pressed against the dead lips of armegeddon
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
every day despite my future i change because nothing now has held me to anything i could see through for long enough i watch from a distance from the trees through a spirit that believes me and i wonder how i ever fell in darklight so far from your existance when you are the exact image dead and breathing reflecting behind skin and bones i never believed i could live againnbut im living pressed against the dead lips of armegeddon
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