we tend to lose control
of what was once lost
rekindling the passion
that was never caught
we end up getting drawn in
that we forget
what we once were
every part and every
trace we leave behind
ends up becoming nonexistent
and floating off with the
flowers in the sea.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
we tend to lose control
of what was once lost
rekindling the passion
that was never caught
we end up getting drawn in
that we forget
what we once were
every part and every
trace we leave behind
ends up becoming nonexistent
and floating off with the
flowers in the sea.
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