rage among the young scars in their eyes walls are forced upon scarlet hearts An eraser doesnt always work I have to say that lingering lingering dreams adn soaring skies dont always cleanse just right that floods me w/an enourmous wanting All these things have meaning but, i keep them because they feel good. you cant have joy w/out pain and you cant have wounds w/out a storyBirth sign: Capricorn
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