the rational loving light of day
makes me feel so insanely alive and safe now
for I've seen the dark side too
touching my face
with a deep longing to take me down
into the depths of dying madness
whispered to the stars ✨ countless names, -yet all the same the ones we loved the ones we lost once upon a time remembered, but forgotten they'll remain always always the same
“All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
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