créditos de vaZectomia
Just don’t care. Send it all to hell. Just spread your wings, just spread your arms, and feel as the world storms around you.
I will still be standing here. Returned to myself. Feeling the glimps of my soul.
It would be an impossibility to see, that fragile figure.
Still crossing the same river, walking the same path, my body shivers. Can’t feel nothing.
Nothing but these memories printed on the back of my broken, shattered soul.
Would give everything of mine, to see it once more. Silence is the one anwser.
So i lay this broken body, where will doesn’t live, and watch it crumble as dust through the wirly winds, that pulse through these arms of mine. Where my-blood once inhabited.
Was it all one ilusion… no. I don’t regret a thing. Not those days. As one day she said. Whispers in silence.
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