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Aug 2016
If the darkness is to paint itself on the glistening horizon as the sky turns to all different hues.
Then how come we can't rid ourselves of the skeletons in our closets?
The Angels in our dreams are drowning as the monsters under our beds pull us from our sleep.
When life creates the most extraordinary things, that death will always hold close. We can't create peace, but the impossible is seemingly possible if we were to only try.
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