had frozen.
feeling abaded.
troubles rumbled quacks under surface Hidden.
And so peak inside, dreams set to the side. Met you in a strange time and then things began to collide.
feeling jaded.
and now my fingers are cold,
thoughts are broken in pieces,
i worked on a habit
while she worked on her talent.
voice mail is silent and messanges never returned soon became the monster whove hurt me in return
return favors im the wrong hands
everybodies blinded on the right side.
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
had frozen.
feeling abaded.
troubles rumbled quacks under surface Hidden.
And so peak inside, dreams set to the side. Met you in a strange time and then things began to collide.
feeling jaded.
and now my fingers are cold,
thoughts are broken in pieces,
i worked on a habit
while she worked on her talent.
voice mail is silent and messanges never returned soon became the monster whove hurt me in return
return favors im the wrong hands
everybodies blinded on the right side.
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