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So much is wrong with me, I see no end in sight. Though I walk in the path of freedom, I stumble and lose my light. The fire I seemingly showed to put out, Now is nothing more than ashened snow. I feel only the empty cold, Long before the fire grows old.
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
As The Fire Grows Old
So much is wrong with me, I see no end in sight. Though I walk in the path of freedom, I stumble and lose my light. The fire I seemingly showed to put out, Now is nothing more than ashened snow. I feel only the empty cold, Long before the fire grows old.
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Daramouthe
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Daramouthe
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
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