It's coming to an end soon...
While somethings have ended, others are sprouting anew.
Keeping quiet watching my surrounding, my heart's desire renewed.
What's this pursuit that i have sought, when things have come to naught.
I pry open my eyes and i see a wounded soul.
i hid the tears and stories unfold.
Secrets of the past became a new stick to stir the present stories
I can feel the cold hit me.. What's the agenda i ponder.
If that makes you feel better, why the same traits have to come and bother me again.
What's with these TLP...
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