Step by step, i take the jump
Second by second, I begin to see, so yellow
Eror by error, i feel you, our love is like fields of tree stumps


White RosesThere lie white roses in my garden They whisper to me They ask me to love them, but stick me With their thorns when I come too closeWhite Roses
There is a succulent fruit tree That remains a stump, just beyond me It exists in befores and afters Like a dying phoenix flutters
And I am only sand A humble, not quite life I am only a parody of love A bed for wandering feet
And I am merely here For reasons the salts refuse to tell I am a mockery of being But come, trot on me still


Etching La LuneIt has become watching the clock Etching the seconds into their minutes It has become taking moons stealing them from their skies and from the stars It has become so neutral The color was kidnapped, the tone is a tombstone.Etching La Lune
Pieces
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Remember Hannah. news article --> [link] TV program --> [link] Depression should never be fought alone.
pretty intense stuff!
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Remember Hannah. news article --> [link] TV program --> [link] Depression should never be fought alone.
I really appreciate it Kelsey!
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já deste um abraço hoje?
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