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So many years, my friend Of loneliness, happiness and ignorance. I have been pulled through time In all my masks and shadows. „Camuflage so you dont get hurt!“ But the fake suit gets heavier in time More then the pain of innocent convicts, My friend. ..... You can see, my friend The scars over my body and heart Marks of failure, fights and struggles Battles for better tomorrow. You can see, my friend Wrinkles over my face Made out of screams for breaking out And laughs shared from madness.. Like nothing in world exist anymore. You can see shine in my eyes From tears of wrong decisions From breathtaking views of happiness. ... So many years, my  friend. Storms of life changes Making the day worth for something new. And im still me, with all those scars With same dreams and same hopes. With same thoughts I shared with you, So many years ago: „Whats the point of light, if there is no darkness to shine at.“ I still got the faith, my friend.
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
Letter to an old friend
So many years, my friend Of loneliness, happiness and ignorance. I have been pulled through time In all my masks and shadows. „Camuflage so you dont get hurt!“ But the fake suit gets heavier in time More then the pain of innocent convicts, My friend. ..... You can see, my friend The scars over my body and heart Marks of failure, fights and struggles Battles for better tomorrow. You can see, my friend Wrinkles over my face Made out of screams for breaking out And laughs shared from madness.. Like nothing in world exist anymore. You can see shine in my eyes From tears of wrong decisions From breathtaking views of happiness. ... So many years, my  friend. Storms of life changes Making the day worth for something new. And im still me, with all those scars With same dreams and same hopes. With same thoughts I shared with you, So many years ago: „Whats the point of light, if there is no darkness to shine at.“ I still got the faith, my friend.
mirela-totic
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
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