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swallowed by the night i forgot to say it was good i’ve been searching for myself but who i once was is dead sometimes she cries out from the ashes of my memories i gotta let her burn let the world turn she’ll always have a friend in me time passes so fast and each moment i learned to cherish because the end is inevitable everything in hindsight will soon be forgotten hidden in a trance i’ll save the last dance for when love finally understands my wounds yearn for relief a gentle caress filled with genuineness i’ve felt the universes kiss before on my wrists and on my lips don’t tell me when it’s over just tap me on the shoulder and wave goodbye life has always been a “let’s try another time” hide behind the hours chimes in the night i forfeit my will to cry help me find the reasons why my hands can’t grasp the hour glass as before i watch the specks hit their doom it’s always a constant rhythm that puts us in a better room life hasn’t beat me yet but time has something up its sleeve as long as i dream a little dream they can’t catch me
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Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 6:01 PM UTC
shadow girl
swallowed by the night i forgot to say it was good i’ve been searching for myself but who i once was is dead sometimes she cries out from the ashes of my memories i gotta let her burn let the world turn she’ll always have a friend in me time passes so fast and each moment i learned to cherish because the end is inevitable everything in hindsight will soon be forgotten hidden in a trance i’ll save the last dance for when love finally understands my wounds yearn for relief a gentle caress filled with genuineness i’ve felt the universes kiss before on my wrists and on my lips don’t tell me when it’s over just tap me on the shoulder and wave goodbye life has always been a “let’s try another time” hide behind the hours chimes in the night i forfeit my will to cry help me find the reasons why my hands can’t grasp the hour glass as before i watch the specks hit their doom it’s always a constant rhythm that puts us in a better room life hasn’t beat me yet but time has something up its sleeve as long as i dream a little dream they can’t catch me
nnebula
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Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 6:01 PM UTC
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