In the dark lies mysteries
Mysteries that take my interest
But when I go in there's nothing really there but emptiness, emptiness that cannot be filled no matter how hard I try to fill it
It will always be empty I don't know why but it is
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
In the dark lies mysteries
Mysteries that take my interest
But when I go in there's nothing really there but emptiness, emptiness that cannot be filled no matter how hard I try to fill it
It will always be empty I don't know why but it is
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