A place with hands to small to hold.
Every action and reaction for told.
Young heart frozen from the cold.
Under the darkness my sanity laid unfold.
A tight sensation as I tried to breathe.
Eyes craving anything with a twinkle of gleam.
Might as well come clean.
Every action and reaction for told.
Young heart frozen from the cold.
Under the darkness my sanity laid unfold.
A tight sensation as I tried to breathe.
Eyes craving anything with a twinkle of gleam.
Might as well come clean.
No point in mincing words in the pursuit of pristine.
This place is to small, to small for a mind
that keeps on moving forging in time.
This place, this distaste, is unravelling my mind.
This place is to small, to small for a mind
that keeps on moving forging in time.
This place, this distaste, is unravelling my mind.
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