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A room that was once clean has transformed to a wreck stripped off cushion topped with leaves of white and yellow are scribbled all over the nest along with crumpled pieces of cloth scattered all over that made me reflect None of these were around when you were here, what was it that you had that made things so clear? Monsters evolved to demons of illusion, from the way you left me despite all the memories, leaving me thinking of the possible solutions to escape and be renewed from this scathing dungeon I shouldn't have let you take control of my heart, my feelings and my emotions Because now, my thoughts are nothing but a thunder from Zeus: something that was once shining bright until it crashed to destruction
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Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
The Tragedy of Thoughts
A room that was once clean has transformed to a wreck stripped off cushion topped with leaves of white and yellow are scribbled all over the nest along with crumpled pieces of cloth scattered all over that made me reflect None of these were around when you were here, what was it that you had that made things so clear? Monsters evolved to demons of illusion, from the way you left me despite all the memories, leaving me thinking of the possible solutions to escape and be renewed from this scathing dungeon I shouldn't have let you take control of my heart, my feelings and my emotions Because now, my thoughts are nothing but a thunder from Zeus: something that was once shining bright until it crashed to destruction
Diegorry
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Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
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