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Dec 2018
I’m gonna break a bone,
Through every single mental groan.
I tried to take the beauty, but I couldn’t hold on to the life that gave it meaning.
And through your colors, washing me with new things,
I could still only find darkness without agreeing.
Written by
Hunter Green  In the Moonlit Evergreen
(In the Moonlit Evergreen)   
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