Letters that you'll never read

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The sky painted with colour at dawn
This night hope is dead again
Expectation of rebirth is placed on the vast unknown.
Trying just the same
The night was good until she wasn't
Some time from now she'll too be gone and forgotten
With all the other things and other flings
The day was good till it broke apart
Piece by piece like glass
Exploding light and darkness
Bliss and sadness
Tears of blood on the soil
All the things you wished to avoid
Ways of escaping taking shape
Cigarette daydreams and bottles of red wine on the oak table
Trying to escape this known feeling
Crying and screaming
Hidden under a happy facade
Come join me in the masquerade

A/N:
Τα φιλιά μου στο χάος.
Αλεξ

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