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Fragments of a broken mind Some call it love I call it time See the end of the line As you whisper mine Cries of a muted hand That failed to take a stand I'm not what I am I am what I'm not Will it be enough Never will you know Will it be a callous feat To be something I can't see Broken upon the glass And buried within the sand Protruding is my hand And nothing more
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Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
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Fragments of a broken mind Some call it love I call it time See the end of the line As you whisper mine Cries of a muted hand That failed to take a stand I'm not what I am I am what I'm not Will it be enough Never will you know Will it be a callous feat To be something I can't see Broken upon the glass And buried within the sand Protruding is my hand And nothing more
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Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
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