I long to leave my baggage in your void,
Then stand atop the world
Whilst I stare into the chasm ahead.
I give you my sorrows and
I lend you my hurt;
Their everlasting bonds to myself
I will break free.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
I long to leave my baggage in your void,
Then stand atop the world
Whilst I stare into the chasm ahead.
I give you my sorrows and
I lend you my hurt;
Their everlasting bonds to myself
I will break free.
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