Sitting in the moonlight His face was drawn The sunlight shadowed His sullen features The days of failure Combined to a color Faded with regret His faces moves with the night His eyes looking for A path without a Twisted end His mind Clouded and disfigured Broken from the moments in time That never seem to move From the corners of remembrance Ravaging his thoughts as part of the plague He sinks farther into oblivion Slowly seeping away Losing all but his name

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i don't get it

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"CeCe777" wrote:

i don't get it

It's not something you have to get. -_-

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