Not the warmth it brings
Not the cool breeze
Not the blood from death
Not the pain that seers inside me
Not the misery that haunts us
Not the doubts that engulf us
Whether if it's
S U R V I V A L
or T R A G E D Y
nothing can heal our losses.
Only one course keeps us alive and pleased.
The DREAMS that are buried within us, pure and released.
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