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2010-06-08 | |
I always thought that one day Iâ€™d forget the breeze.
Iâ€™d learn to love the mountain, and let go of the memory of the breaking waves in my mind.
Haunting words of darkness and hopes of sadful light come again when the sunâ€™s orange rays hit me gently when least expected.
Iâ€™d be somebody new, a dreadful ironic mortal who doesnâ€™t care about the sea weakness and all other unnecessary things.
All the treambling thoughts left at the door. All the sadness core barried in the sand. All emotions drown in alcohol.
Just need a lullaby and a kiss goodnight if you could reach me, before the weaves dive me in their depths.
Rise through depths, and dive through clouds, I live my life each though, by the pound.
I fear no time, cause present,past and future is one in my mind.
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