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THIS IS MY LOT, BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS.
What good are wings if you can't feel the wind in your face What good are works if you are blemished What good is holding on when there's only letting go? What good are words when silence already seems pregnant  What good are memories when they are bitterly surreal, when I can't touch your face What good is time when it only slips away What good is knowing when you have to live by pretence What good is hope when you don't anticipate the future. TonFlyingHigh!12:04 PM *** |
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