I thought I could grasp it
The washed out blue life of it
The tainted shadows that live among it
The other side of it
But it, is something that cannot be foreseen
It is something you stumble upon
Once you fall into the bottomless pit of it
Never to come out
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
I thought I could grasp it
The washed out blue life of it
The tainted shadows that live among it
The other side of it
But it, is something that cannot be foreseen
It is something you stumble upon
Once you fall into the bottomless pit of it
Never to come out
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