I being the wings of a butterfly
small fragile but still steady to take off
Am afraid of the wind that flutters me
But not the fate that darts me forward..
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So Estranged
the retribution for the sins I walked through the hells corridor the hot metallic floor where the bones melt like candles I felt no...
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What if there exists a parallel world , an alternate reality ? And what if there exists a wiser me in it who can control my actions and choi... -
I was out for a stroll, there was nobody on the way and it seemed odd to be alone in an otherwise busy street. Where did everybody go? I ke... -
to whom shall these flowers bloomed wasted in the wind lying to be crushed And yet they bloomed with no complaints But how this love...
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