nowhere

Smell the fresh air from thousands of pixels away
…There is nothing left But empty words of loneliness It’s hard to select which wound to heal and which to infect
(с) Icon of Coil

…There is nothing left
But empty words of loneliness
It’s hard to select which wound to heal and which to infect

(с) Icon of Coil

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    Decisions are few, although I’ve found my peace Avoiding the dark, caressing the sun Despised by your touch Prefer to be...
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