Although it seems I am always alone, sitting here in desperate tune of unhappiness and blaim. I hold the light peering down across the dusty floor. As it spreads around and lightens the room. I reach for it only to find there is nothing there to hold...
But the light makes my hands look so alive and awake with life and I smile only to lay down upon my tomb and drift away with the dust in this room
But the light makes my hands look so alive and awake with life and I smile only to lay down upon my tomb and drift away with the dust in this room
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