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Silence is a virtue. Silence is a curse Held by insecurities, envy brews below. A heart born of hate. Looking back, the mirror is cracked. You've run far to long Your heart is all but gone. Misery is your friend. Misery is your lie. Can the heart be ripped from your hate?
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC
Silent To Long
Silence is a virtue. Silence is a curse Held by insecurities, envy brews below. A heart born of hate. Looking back, the mirror is cracked. You've run far to long Your heart is all but gone. Misery is your friend. Misery is your lie. Can the heart be ripped from your hate?
Just a short made while driving.
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC
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