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To journey to an unforgiving place, I seek forgiveness for arriving in wasted spaces that have stolen time for me, resurrect those lost dreams that swiftly crept away... Big eyes stare into the sky for questions... Why? I need completion... I've felt nothing but empty hopes weigh me down... Set the fire, free the flames that burn with in me.. Tasting the blood that runs through my veins.. constantly questions my existence... Are we really living ? Is the flesh of sinful skins good enough to encounter such great presence? Closing my fist in anger.. I have to know.. Why? Evil has brushed passed, avoiding the ultimate target. Tears streaming down the face of hope.. Frowning upon those beautiful nightmares.. Like vivid pictures painted from this... Understanding why I sink, why I fall so gracefully in front of my struggles.. I picks my monstrosities.. They created nothing but a beautiful chaos.. Come with me.. Well shall conclude this tragedy inhumane beings have created... We will find... Our saving grace.
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
Questions.
To journey to an unforgiving place, I seek forgiveness for arriving in wasted spaces that have stolen time for me, resurrect those lost dreams that swiftly crept away... Big eyes stare into the sky for questions... Why? I need completion... I've felt nothing but empty hopes weigh me down... Set the fire, free the flames that burn with in me.. Tasting the blood that runs through my veins.. constantly questions my existence... Are we really living ? Is the flesh of sinful skins good enough to encounter such great presence? Closing my fist in anger.. I have to know.. Why? Evil has brushed passed, avoiding the ultimate target. Tears streaming down the face of hope.. Frowning upon those beautiful nightmares.. Like vivid pictures painted from this... Understanding why I sink, why I fall so gracefully in front of my struggles.. I picks my monstrosities.. They created nothing but a beautiful chaos.. Come with me.. Well shall conclude this tragedy inhumane beings have created... We will find... Our saving grace.
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Fields of sunflowers
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
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