the divine souls
we believed the world was a beautiful joke. a ghostown that ties sorrows with hopes. i remebered the nights when no one gave a care. we would all drain our thoughts out with fears. but the others took off, just leaving me with the stars but soon than later i came back from....
the world called it's fault, but it's sign to bright to hold.
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