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Dec 2013
Sometimes I wonder if I am the only voice inside my head....
If I decide to never leave does that mean I'm dead?

Go then and let me lye here and die with the roses.
Watch as they all bleed red.
My soul will fly
away with the breeze
never to be seen again.
At peace with eternity,
I'll travel light
just me and my hindsight.
Written by
Alessol  the moon
(the moon)   
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