You gotta get back up from the wreckage above and walk right through the fire. No matter what happens, the fact is that the flames keep getting higher. You gotta keep it going, keep tiptoeing through the fire and the flames and the pain of knowing. That the world is dark, gotta keep on going, gotta give that spark, gotta keep on glowing. So please, please, just let me make my peace. I refuse to let your words be the death of me.
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 19:01:26 +0000
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