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The night slightly hushed by the nocturnal lullaby The ground wet from the remains of rain The slanted hills that roll along the land I sleep there with eyes wide open I weep to the flowers that drop their heads in pity I weep to the grass that ebbs in the breeze A death of someone close, so close to me That death was me I died And now I've lost my way home Stuck between the world I knew and the one I learn The girl I used to be A phantom in a frosted mirror Asleep inside this imposter Chained inside a disguise A nightmare all to real The trees bow before my tears The songs grow louder Crescendoing Until I lay still
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
Phantom of myself
The night slightly hushed by the nocturnal lullaby The ground wet from the remains of rain The slanted hills that roll along the land I sleep there with eyes wide open I weep to the flowers that drop their heads in pity I weep to the grass that ebbs in the breeze A death of someone close, so close to me That death was me I died And now I've lost my way home Stuck between the world I knew and the one I learn The girl I used to be A phantom in a frosted mirror Asleep inside this imposter Chained inside a disguise A nightmare all to real The trees bow before my tears The songs grow louder Crescendoing Until I lay still
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katlyn-orthman
21/F/American
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
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