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Jul 2013
The night falls, as if slain by the sun,
All night-creatures cower and hide, for day has begun,
Whilst others are rising, we fall to slumber,
It's the only peace we get,
For our lives are just nightmares we cannot wake up from.
Make no mistake, we don't live these lives by choice,
Are destinies cannot be changed, we're just puppets with a voice.
Lily Darkheart
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Lily Darkheart  London
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