the broken, the swelled
the shattered, the caged
there's an addiction
in grief
there's a pleasure
in sorrow
when you look back,
the past seems to follow
it never fades
it never did,
nor will it
even in the darkness
or in the night
in the hope,
and in the might
it never seems to hide
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 2:02 AM UTC
the broken, the swelled
the shattered, the caged
there's an addiction
in grief
there's a pleasure
in sorrow
when you look back,
the past seems to follow
it never fades
it never did,
nor will it
even in the darkness
or in the night
in the hope,
and in the might
it never seems to hide
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