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There’s nothing like complete exhaustion

The atrophy of complete defeat.

Ribcage + collarbones = <3

I need your love.

And most of all, I want to feel your peace.

if my words have forked no lightning, never shall i sleep again.

I am the ghost
Of haunting hope
A trailing phantom
Some withering wisp of smoke
Slipping by
And these are my words
Flung through the sky
Trailing red like a cape
Longing to fly
On this, their thirteenth try
This prison of mine
Is to carry alone
The light of one red sun
Beneath my skin
And never, ever go home
To watch the ravens fly
So very far, far away

Fell in love with the game

but i forgot your name…