as the dew falls on my leaf i pray thy hands would cast a vision that springs ahead giving life to this withering soul i am not just a mournful shadow but a dawn that kills pain a sorrow for the rain a lamb for the meat dear someone, give me anyone i break thee sadly i bear the loaf of joy come and treasure this coz its not mine either the dawn is conjuring nowadays you cant stop the dawn it hurts and it feels
Reason for writing:
peace is indeed hard to attain, you've got to be "open"
Birth sign: Virgo
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