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The quiet guy in the corner with his trippy eyes and a face full of mystery and silence In his bubble he lives quietly inside his dark shell thinking about life and death n' the 'in-between' With his thin bones and skeletal face behind his raven eyes there's a light The purest heart reside within within the guy in the corner as silent as the wind How can he know that another corner boy would give his tears and heart just to see his smile? How can the other one have knowledge of the feeling his lover have as pure as his? For him But they never spoke and in silence they lived till the day of their young death
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
The quiet guy in the corner
The quiet guy in the corner with his trippy eyes and a face full of mystery and silence In his bubble he lives quietly inside his dark shell thinking about life and death n' the 'in-between' With his thin bones and skeletal face behind his raven eyes there's a light The purest heart reside within within the guy in the corner as silent as the wind How can he know that another corner boy would give his tears and heart just to see his smile? How can the other one have knowledge of the feeling his lover have as pure as his? For him But they never spoke and in silence they lived till the day of their young death
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
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