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What we face in our lives, is the mistakes we are too afraid to acknowledge The hanging moss of our weeping limbs, hanging in bitter contempt of itself That wishes to find salvation from within, but only sees an abyss Here is our true tragedy, that keeps our skin grey with the thought of loss
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 9:45 PM UTC
Hanging Moss
What we face in our lives, is the mistakes we are too afraid to acknowledge The hanging moss of our weeping limbs, hanging in bitter contempt of itself That wishes to find salvation from within, but only sees an abyss Here is our true tragedy, that keeps our skin grey with the thought of loss
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 9:45 PM UTC
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