Look below the surface, into the deep abyss of my soul
Into the trenches, where my body begins to unfold
There's a light, spewing crimson and gold all over me
Rush, rush over me
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A Never-ending Quest
PoetryAs I wander through time while wearing my heart on my sleeve, I often catch myself falling easily. Therefore it breaks easily because I trust, you guessed it, easily. Don't worry this isn't about my repetitiveness, although you could say it's simila...
