Failure always occurs.
Ease hardly to find.
Account to more dejection.
Race through to deep of sadness.
This is how F.E.A.R. comes run into my mind.
Jr.
Poetry of Dreams
Hear Me. See Me.
I can clearly hear you, Yet, I am deaf on my own, I can clearly see you, Yet, I am blind on my own. Deaf on my own voice, I only listen to...
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