We walk the cobble like we're climbing the Everest, heads down in the safety of each others arms but with the determination to reach the end.
In a village big enough for one club to take the entire youth in their partying spirit we befriended half, arm in arm and arm in neck, we strode, singing the alibi of nothingness which at never but now felt like an anthem. The moon was bright and the night sky had never felt so cold, yet with Him you'd not compare to even a thousand burning suns.
If I packed all my trauma, aspirations, dreams and general aesthetics into crappy internet writing... welcome.
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RandomI can't even see my reflection in the puddle anymore. More a rant book than anything, combinations such as yearning and sadness included
