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Apr 19
That was bound to happen
Some things mean too much to be otherwise
Pressed in place like pillars
Dress a ceiling of truth

Accidents only happen once
It was their only shot
Sometimes you're just along for the ride
Dreaming that you're wasting away

Have you been drowning in today
For too long maybe
Tomorow probably
You'll be breathing yesterday
"You're late ! Just in time !"
Written by
Pointless Circle  26/M/France
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