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Stuck.
I live everyday just to die at the end of it
The wind takes me by the hand into a split portal of unknown.
The fiery wings holding my wounds filled with blood and no replaceable scars.
I look between the choices of dreams and reality, never the both that can make me happy. Only the undersized matters of the world.
The wind takes me by the hand into a split portal of unknown.
The fiery wings holding my wounds filled with blood and no replaceable scars.
I look between the choices of dreams and reality, never the both that can make me happy. Only the undersized matters of the world.
Published 23rd Oct 2012
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