The silver notes that have swayed us through our darkest hour. Permeate the room as the daisies begin to flower. Look inside for the eternal you, it's there just beyond the view. When you think you've found it, you've lost it. How sneaky you can be when you attempt to be taken hostage.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
The silver notes that have swayed us through our darkest hour. Permeate the room as the daisies begin to flower. Look inside for the eternal you, it's there just beyond the view. When you think you've found it, you've lost it. How sneaky you can be when you attempt to be taken hostage.
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