Of what eradicated dreams may come.

[southern]

The cradle swings softly in an east to west direction of sleepy unity. Eyes, that are not mine, I envy with passion of what once was so soft, simply and pure. To once have had something so worth it and to feel as though it's gone; it's disheartening. My shallow sorrows of self-pity; of self worth and self-dignity. My attempts to purity and radiate

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[anirockstar]

so come at me with your moon and burn me in the stars 'cause nothing matters anymore.