quiets my mind
tingling in the cadence of what is or isn't.
I know I am borrowing happiness form tomorrow, but to break the cycle would break my mind.
The happiest people on the outside are the emptiest within.
Treading the line, it matters not whether I make it back.
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
quiets my mind
tingling in the cadence of what is or isn't.
I know I am borrowing happiness form tomorrow, but to break the cycle would break my mind.
The happiest people on the outside are the emptiest within.
Treading the line, it matters not whether I make it back.
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