She knows she is fragile
She can't bare another pain
She can't weep another tears
She don't want too see another broken scenery
So she gets her heart and put it on a cage
In that she can still protect those little pieces that gets left behind.
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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...
