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A descent into obscurity
Trying to get myself moving again
Is hauling anchors uphill
With a head full of cement
My breath like the wind whistling through trees
The soundtrack to my descent
Into obscurity
Is hauling anchors uphill
With a head full of cement
My breath like the wind whistling through trees
The soundtrack to my descent
Into obscurity
Published 27th May 2020
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27th May 2020 00:32am
Even while alone, you aren't. Because the pain wont let you grieve and learn. I think we learn from pain so that we understand it. Because even when there isn't anything left, there's something. Even a little light may shine through. Just a though. We all have our demons.
