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In the rain out with an umbrella black, Standing still with the weights on your shoulder. Passes by the passengers of time, Leaving footprints of moments enclosed in your mind. Traveling and meeting eyes, With strangers you may never find Again in this lifetime... Lost in the sands of time. Feeling broken and the heart heavy, Hurt in ways never imagined. Drifting down the window pane like rain, In solace you find your stay.
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Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 5:35 AM UTC
Bad Nail Coffin
In the rain out with an umbrella black, Standing still with the weights on your shoulder. Passes by the passengers of time, Leaving footprints of moments enclosed in your mind. Traveling and meeting eyes, With strangers you may never find Again in this lifetime... Lost in the sands of time. Feeling broken and the heart heavy, Hurt in ways never imagined. Drifting down the window pane like rain, In solace you find your stay.
November came and so does the memories of past haunting even after the Halloween.
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Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 5:35 AM UTC
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