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Modesty
relax,
now start breathing,
everything around is around for the same reason.
Catastrophe, catastrophe its all the same feeling
i'm too old to move on, i'm too old to keep dreaming.
When to move on is to grow and to grow is not leaving,
in a promise land we grow, and speak of the same reason
we speak of heaven and hell like they're not the same demon.
Well to move...
Monday 15th May 2017 3:45 am
Aokigahara
Aokigahara.
Take me away,
let me find a place of peace,
of freedom,
Somewhere i belong.
Somewhere i can take myself off track,
hear the trees calling
the whispers of the dead,
the footsteps leading a path to nowhere.
The silence of horror,
the selfishness, the selfless.
A place of no evil, a place of no light.
Where no man or woman will have sight,
where no man or woman will ha...
Wednesday 1st February 2017 6:11 pm
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