Found but lost

In the deepest dark fantasy, there's lies. These lies make the happiness. But at who's pardon?! Words can't break the ignorance you uphold yet the lash hits you with sadness you bury deep with in. This is right, this is not what I expected. As always the sun rise at far, is not always better than the shadow you hide in.


  • Discreation

    Very interesting. I can tell you write from

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