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Her soul is tired now and all she ever wanted to do was calming her crowded mind and resting her heavy heart Her soul is tired now and the only path she’d go through was no longer runaway full of eyes but an empty and quiet hallways Her soul is tired now and the dreams are no longer dreams, they became possessions and hunger that consumes her alive Her soul is tired now as the passion slowly fades away and the flame in her eyes began to vanish can’t you feel the absence of her warmth?
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Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
Her Soul is Tired
Her soul is tired now and all she ever wanted to do was calming her crowded mind and resting her heavy heart Her soul is tired now and the only path she’d go through was no longer runaway full of eyes but an empty and quiet hallways Her soul is tired now and the dreams are no longer dreams, they became possessions and hunger that consumes her alive Her soul is tired now as the passion slowly fades away and the flame in her eyes began to vanish can’t you feel the absence of her warmth?
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Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
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