The sun will rise tomorrow
They remind me
Then everything will be alrightThey don't understand that I am too used to
the darkness
To suddenly appear in the
light again
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Nightmares of burying Victoria
PoetrySequel to: Dreams of being Victoria. Burning passion and loveless heartbeats are the only proof of magic that I need.
Sun
The sun will rise tomorrow
They remind me
Then everything will be alrightThey don't understand that I am too used to
the darkness
To suddenly appear in the
light again