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*It's not important, what I'm feeling mind's full of sirens but I'm healing a bell still ringing but I am leaving to sail inside blues as my raft's sinking I'm looking for truce for every piece of truth but light's so far away cause I murdered my dreams today without light without hope I'm going through this road in the eye of the storm...*
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Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC
way to the lighthouse
*It's not important, what I'm feeling mind's full of sirens but I'm healing a bell still ringing but I am leaving to sail inside blues as my raft's sinking I'm looking for truce for every piece of truth but light's so far away cause I murdered my dreams today without light without hope I'm going through this road in the eye of the storm...*
light can be considered as God I'm looking for God but somehow he's not looking for me
thelostgirl
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Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC
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