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out of the ruins blood grown heavy from his past his wings stripped by thunder but those storms keep coming back singing birds in sickness sing the same blues songs when they fell out of the emptiness they must have brought along spaces loneliness spaces loneliness gotten so good at hiding it even he does not admit it that glittering flash in his eyes makes it look like he might be alright if the blues are you hunter then you will come face to face with that darkness and desolation and the endless depression but you are not helpless and you are not helpless try to beat it try to beat it and live through spaces loneliness and live through spaces loneliness you are not helpless you are not helpless ill help you to try to beat it
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 10:07:47 +0000

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