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In a cold dark basement I wither away. Is it morning, evening, tomorrow....today? They say times flies, but yet can stand quite still. They say you never know what you have until.. There you stand, alone, filled with emptiness and shame. You failed to take a risk, now it's only you to blame.
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
Darkness
In a cold dark basement I wither away. Is it morning, evening, tomorrow....today? They say times flies, but yet can stand quite still. They say you never know what you have until.. There you stand, alone, filled with emptiness and shame. You failed to take a risk, now it's only you to blame.
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
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