My dreams, are haunted by figures shaped with regret and pain, that waits for me to fall unconscious
My dreams, are haunted by figures shaped with regret and pain, that waits for me to fall unconscious
Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
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The Life & Ramblings Of A Zillennial
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