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Fragile
Overnight, my mood seems fragile.
I ride the mood swing from light to dark and back again,
Cultivating nothing but uncertainty.
My dirty heart covets what it can't have
And the purity in my soul clings to what I already possess.
I ride the mood swing from light to dark and back again,
Cultivating nothing but uncertainty.
My dirty heart covets what it can't have
And the purity in my soul clings to what I already possess.
Published 14th Dec 2013
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15th May 2014 1:55pm
I like this very much. mostly because i can identify with it.
but also because your words are beautiful.
"My dirty heart covets what it cant have"
but also because your words are beautiful.
"My dirty heart covets what it cant have"
10th Aug 2014 10:19pm
