The tingling sensation, it feels cold, but it's the homiest feeling I've had since I was six years old
A crater large bowl full of emptiness
A sleepless night over other's carelessness
Lists of excuses and procrastination
Time wasted on wishful imagination
Cryless eyes and tearless faces
Unmade tries and changeless races
Running time and short ends
No traces
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
The tingling sensation, it feels cold, but it's the homiest feeling I've had since I was six years old
A crater large bowl full of emptiness
A sleepless night over other's carelessness
Lists of excuses and procrastination
Time wasted on wishful imagination
Cryless eyes and tearless faces
Unmade tries and changeless races
Running time and short ends
No traces
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