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Jan 2015
I came looking for answers but all i hear are whispers
Of what has become of me
But I've seen this coming for years
Millions of tears have watered my barren wasteland of a mind
Where i cant find
Anything but broken glass
But i walk across
And try to find
My minds last words
Where my imagination was once *pure
Discolored Fire
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Discolored Fire
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