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you're the frost-bitten flower blown by Winter's bitter breath cascaded from its home with nothing to possess now the Night is all you have so wear it upon your feet don't settle down and the waves in your mind will calm themselves the whisper of Hope is calling out to your lonely soul but you leave yourself to wander back why do you call Nostalgia home? now the Night is all you have but the Darkness with descend with Time and the Life from the Light will fill your eyes but you say that Time's Tide will smother you to the ground afraid of your surface you hide from the crowd and the Misery within you is more than you can hold and the Agony you're holding is more than you will ever know for how long will you wander with the greys combined? for how long will you wander in that state of mind? the Hopefulness you're lacking is seen upon your face your Lifelessness is slacking your presence is without grace the Night was all you had you saw the path await but settled down now it's the Blackened Smoke that fills your mind
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
for how long will you wander?
you're the frost-bitten flower blown by Winter's bitter breath cascaded from its home with nothing to possess now the Night is all you have so wear it upon your feet don't settle down and the waves in your mind will calm themselves the whisper of Hope is calling out to your lonely soul but you leave yourself to wander back why do you call Nostalgia home? now the Night is all you have but the Darkness with descend with Time and the Life from the Light will fill your eyes but you say that Time's Tide will smother you to the ground afraid of your surface you hide from the crowd and the Misery within you is more than you can hold and the Agony you're holding is more than you will ever know for how long will you wander with the greys combined? for how long will you wander in that state of mind? the Hopefulness you're lacking is seen upon your face your Lifelessness is slacking your presence is without grace the Night was all you had you saw the path await but settled down now it's the Blackened Smoke that fills your mind
paige-mathis
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
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