I want to stop.
Let Time pass,
it's ever mindful eye, over me.
I wear it like a ravens coat,
Its thick, and black, and full of pity.
Time heals all wounds.
Time hides all wounds.
Time heeds to the hollow and the lost.
So let me now,
stop, brace myself;
Let the darkness come to swallow.
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Shadows
PuisiLife is constantly weighed down by its past. Every breath, every action, leaves an imprint of the world. The question is wether our memories will bring shadows upon our path, or will we ever simply stand in the sunlight?
