Anchored to the saddest composition, I'm at a standstill every time I listen. I am a cherry bomb exploding. Sounds ricochet through my ears, the sound of bells pealing. I seen you, a glasslike figure embracing the shadows. Wax of the night. I've been running from my fears for so long. Too scared to face the truth, I turn the other way. When I don't know how to explain my emotions I don't say anything. I live in the long silence, in the blue electric of life.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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