Don't cry, do-don't cry, no wonder why, hold up your tears up so high-up so high, to fall as rains drops, writing is my only escape, craving for more and more to get over my endless sorrow, to write about things I adore, the truth that must be spread and read that we write for our passionate souls, and to survive our darkest holes, that life holds.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 8:54 AM UTC
Don't cry, do-don't cry, no wonder why, hold up your tears up so high-up so high, to fall as rains drops, writing is my only escape, craving for more and more to get over my endless sorrow, to write about things I adore, the truth that must be spread and read that we write for our passionate souls, and to survive our darkest holes, that life holds.
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