Walking down the memory lane with my broken heart,
I don't know why I'm still coming back here,
Where only shattered heart and broken promises exist.
I know you're not coming back here anymore.
It's just me and my lost soul.
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Cimmerian
PoetryA mystery that turns into a misery, A raindrops that turns into teardrops, You somehow see the light but it's not quite bright, A warrior dwelling in the perpetual darkness, we are the CIMMERIAN! from Thoughts to Fathom to Cimmerian I change the t...
