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When the wind gets tired my body aches I feel with so much compassion i feel nothing i am tired i feel to the wind and the wind blows me null i want to create but the wind blows me tired i die in the wind i die in the cross fire i feel so much that i dull myself walking tired i try to run those old dusty friends the wind blows me in the wind blows hard on the steep dusty stairs the deep dusty stairs make me tired with old blown dust the old blow dust lingers in the stairwells the stairwells haunt me the new stairs excite me let me go up the new stairs say goodbye to the old ones i feel. i feel so hard i feel so hard i feel nothing anymore i die in my footsteps but i live in the new ones let me pretend let me pretend i feel i am an old soul but i know i am a new one i die in my old footsteps i arise in my new ones arise from the ashes of the old phoenix you are a dignified soul when i become the new phoenix start with a new garden grow yourself out from the ashes become a new you you my friend are a worthwhlie soul
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
the wind is strong
When the wind gets tired my body aches I feel with so much compassion i feel nothing i am tired i feel to the wind and the wind blows me null i want to create but the wind blows me tired i die in the wind i die in the cross fire i feel so much that i dull myself walking tired i try to run those old dusty friends the wind blows me in the wind blows hard on the steep dusty stairs the deep dusty stairs make me tired with old blown dust the old blow dust lingers in the stairwells the stairwells haunt me the new stairs excite me let me go up the new stairs say goodbye to the old ones i feel. i feel so hard i feel so hard i feel nothing anymore i die in my footsteps but i live in the new ones let me pretend let me pretend i feel i am an old soul but i know i am a new one i die in my old footsteps i arise in my new ones arise from the ashes of the old phoenix you are a dignified soul when i become the new phoenix start with a new garden grow yourself out from the ashes become a new you you my friend are a worthwhlie soul
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jack-dylan
American
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
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