Aug 2017
It feels strange and i question myself.
If you've taken my heart how am i still alive?
My life became an endless darkness
between the living you buried my body.
I'll make a suit of perfect dreams,
two heavenly spirits hold eternally.
They've pushed us too much we finally broke
they've made us fall but we'll make them crawl.
If you've taken my heart how am i still alive?
My life became an endless darkness
between the living you buried my body.
I'll make a suit of perfect dreams,
two heavenly spirits hold eternally.
They've pushed us too much we finally broke
they've made us fall but we'll make them crawl.
Sometimes people are so eager to criticize and remind us our afflictions
and almost never our happiness. I think it makes them feel better because in a way they make an excuse for their own. All that just for an excuse...
and almost never our happiness. I think it makes them feel better because in a way they make an excuse for their own. All that just for an excuse...
(32/M/Scotland)
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