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Can it be? Can it be? Can't you see?
There wasn't darkness, but light from the innocence of the snow. But why did the forest hide the truth? The truth that was sought. Moisten air hit her cheek. Lost in thorns of sorrow. Why were they staring? These gremlins of the dark. It wasn't meant to be.
Run. Run. Run.
The tunneled narrowed. It revealed what she wanted to be, but yet the dead kept grabbing at her feet. Why wouldn't they let go? Why didn't she resist? Ground of the mother, land of the free. Was this all she was meant to be?
But wait! Is there hope? Green sparkles of despair traveled through her hair. Tying her to the owner of the water fields. The model, the master. Iota.
The bullet carried the pain that she wore around her neck. Time wasn't her only enemy, but also the eyes that saw her.
There wasn't darkness, but light from the innocence of the snow. But why did the forest hide the truth? The truth that was sought. Moisten air hit her cheek. Lost in thorns of sorrow. Why were they staring? These gremlins of the dark. It wasn't meant to be.
Run. Run. Run.
The tunneled narrowed. It revealed what she wanted to be, but yet the dead kept grabbing at her feet. Why wouldn't they let go? Why didn't she resist? Ground of the mother, land of the free. Was this all she was meant to be?
But wait! Is there hope? Green sparkles of despair traveled through her hair. Tying her to the owner of the water fields. The model, the master. Iota.
The bullet carried the pain that she wore around her neck. Time wasn't her only enemy, but also the eyes that saw her.