This pain we call life,
these sharp shards of memories
stained in loss,
cutting so deep
without offering release,
we bleed our past
in one continous hemorrhage of the mind.
these sharp shards of memories
stained in loss,
cutting so deep
without offering release,
we bleed our past
in one continous hemorrhage of the mind.
05.09.2012
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