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Breathe In breath out. Look up look down. Tell me you found all there is to find out! Let us see how high you can count?   Carpe Mortem, count and sort 'em,
Here is the begging, so romising and bright, but what f you can't se the light? Hidden by the darkness of a pain that never ends. Hidden by the sorrow of a fight that just began.
Stretched the morning sigh from my tired evening, slow and easy it goesAs I step around the corner life blowsAnd tangles my hair.With simple strides in dangers shoesWith honest eyes reflecting fewSmiles.
Starting out small A seed, eventually a sapling Dropped from an oak tree Carried far away Taken from my home
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