When they encroach upon my silence with empty , directional eyes. Black circles signifiying our similarities..
How can you dismiss the death of dreams...
Reality is unkind to us.
We just pretend life is legit.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
When they encroach upon my silence with empty , directional eyes. Black circles signifiying our similarities..
How can you dismiss the death of dreams...
Reality is unkind to us.
We just pretend life is legit.
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