Hello at Sunday vale
My mind said goodbye in a Saturday afternoon
And as the sun fell
My skin went pale
I hoped nothing differentiates
But everything breaks in certain points
All color ignited
Why would it stain
Okay
Stay in the haze
All disappear in the maze
Nobody ever walks out my pain
Hey
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Downhill Of The Bright Side
Poetry"It was like.. I'm dancing so happily on the edge, but the fall is so painful and long." Downhills of the bright side.
