I'm searching for a clue in the ashes of the burned houses
Cutting my hand with pieces of the broken glasses
Darkness seems to last forever
And the stars seem to shine more when they disappear
I don't know what to do or where to go
When everything is black
And I'm scared to even look back
For I ruined the bridges behind me
For I can't find any clues of me
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Withering Dreams
Poesía"But who's the tangled one in the bubble? " -Not just me, we're all confined by the walls we build ourselves. And those who suddenly find their elves in another world... maybe an unknown world Everybody who they feel something vague And every elf...
