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Ghostly white and turning blue It's not hard to construe That this would happen, already knew Among the many, I was with the few Where sorrow and agony grew Sliced my skin open so my spirit flew
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Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC
So My Spirit Flew
Ghostly white and turning blue It's not hard to construe That this would happen, already knew Among the many, I was with the few Where sorrow and agony grew Sliced my skin open so my spirit flew
#sorrow#flew#construe#sliced
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Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC
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