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I can read your mind, through the prism in your eyes. I can see the reflections that seems narrow, and the brightness of sorrow. The fear of mortality, that shines in your sighs, and detests your reality. You've collapsed to ambitions, losing a battle far from the lands and that rests in your soul of civilisation. fight from this dread,to find a way. fight like u do to overcome your ogre. You might wonder at the blank sky, that seems to choke of stars that'll call upon u to pry. You fear of the answer that lurks, the questions that bite you deep, and gives u a crunch. fight from this dread,to find a way. fight like u do to overcome your ogre.
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC
Mackey The Macbeth.
I can read your mind, through the prism in your eyes. I can see the reflections that seems narrow, and the brightness of sorrow. The fear of mortality, that shines in your sighs, and detests your reality. You've collapsed to ambitions, losing a battle far from the lands and that rests in your soul of civilisation. fight from this dread,to find a way. fight like u do to overcome your ogre. You might wonder at the blank sky, that seems to choke of stars that'll call upon u to pry. You fear of the answer that lurks, the questions that bite you deep, and gives u a crunch. fight from this dread,to find a way. fight like u do to overcome your ogre.
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC
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