if my eyes are dams to hold
they are cracked and weakened
for the river of thought doth flow
dark and sad and weeping
All I had, I gave
My chin presses wearily into my chest, The weight of my head to heavy to hold. The sword in my hand slides slowly to rest, Against my limp ...
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I want to meet him. Death. The one who has taken everything from me to keep. We must be similar if we love all of the same things. -
When a person is born, two wolves are born as well. A white wolf and a black wolf. They both reside in the individuals hea... -
It’s the easiest way to turn off The voices in my head Makes my mind go numb And my thoughts go dead A way to stop the torment Of constant ...
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