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Scribbles on a soul… About the unfairness of life But isn’t life just a casserole? Baked long enough…but never quite rig..

Eyes closed. Even the peace is mute I wonder if that’s how death sounds … Yet most likely it’s my mind’s tired plati..

How does it feel when you thought you couldStand strong in the wind…Be suited for this livelihoodBe the star of this movie, so well dreamed..

Breathing in the air of another world That stares at me from its telescope A sour philharmonic she served… About the non ending hop..

Listening to the Night As the world unravels… Storms trying to rewrite Those forgotten chances… That we keep leaving beh..

Cannot help it…my eyes lock on beauty… That is their design. With a soul staring acutely At this movie, tangled up in time. ..

Could’ve been a hole in the sun Lost in the thunder’s whisper… Following obscenities…one by one… Till the wi..

The world showed me obscurity And made me master of my choice. My dream living with absolute credulity That I know the sound of my voice&hell..

Hold my hand So I could die alone.From where I standThere is no phoneTo call the sun when I need,And moon to soothe me when I bleed…Just stri..

Tears are often fablesSpoken by a womanIn the world where angelsAre nothing but a rumorBetween the world of obscurityAnd that of the lightThe e..