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scars

Happiness is dripping on the cold heartless soil of where I stand from this decaying smile in which had whispered loves name. Now I am surrounded with the false security of mankind... I can bare no longer these distances from the loved ones that were lost in the chaos of confusion in this bitter world. I walk these endless streets that have no name in search of the one who is true. There before me it stands and I am blind for the naked eye will not reveal what is not visible. Can it be you are my destiny in which I've searched for many days? Come fourth to me and show your true face in which may be hidden from this world... your heart may heal what has left scars upon mine.





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