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every senseless thought you are not dead to the mind. reading to you from my fingertips your destiny lies in a drought. aimless and lost you are blind I am not mute, I am not naive to you I am anything but practiced in the art of fixing your soul everytime it breaks. You, to me. We are one salvaged being Chained. Gruesomely punished. We are it. But you are forgotten. You are one sad, sick person You are the one. You will not make it. But me, I am just blind.
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
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every senseless thought you are not dead to the mind. reading to you from my fingertips your destiny lies in a drought. aimless and lost you are blind I am not mute, I am not naive to you I am anything but practiced in the art of fixing your soul everytime it breaks. You, to me. We are one salvaged being Chained. Gruesomely punished. We are it. But you are forgotten. You are one sad, sick person You are the one. You will not make it. But me, I am just blind.
caitie
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
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