I roam through the dwindling light
I am searching for what is invisible to the ignorant
The world is shutting its eyes
And the moon rises above my head
I find what i am looking for
But i hate it
It is the truth
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 5:58 PM UTC
I roam through the dwindling light
I am searching for what is invisible to the ignorant
The world is shutting its eyes
And the moon rises above my head
I find what i am looking for
But i hate it
It is the truth
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