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Oh stranger, this pain and love, this pain of love, everything's been getting unendurable. The charge of my soul gets heavier through the passing of time, our clocks stand still, though we share the same time frame. Blindfolded confined in a labyrinth, any given time I found myself drawn towards your lonesome and gloomy shadow, drifting to be yielded to you.
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
To a stranger
Oh stranger, this pain and love, this pain of love, everything's been getting unendurable. The charge of my soul gets heavier through the passing of time, our clocks stand still, though we share the same time frame. Blindfolded confined in a labyrinth, any given time I found myself drawn towards your lonesome and gloomy shadow, drifting to be yielded to you.
I wrote this one inspired by several lines by Walt Whitman though they are filtered to my own individual experience.
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
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