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Sarah S Redemption The Dreamer S Gene

graffiti tattooed on the walls of my mind, I'm thinking about the better days, when we fit together in every way, but these days it seems that feeling's

It's come to be that time of year when the leaves have fallen and the trees are bare, and your lungs begin to breathe in cold air. Now, you sit idle

too young to feel this numb, to know that everything I'm working for is a lie. We once were kings of this scene, carelessly living out a dream. We lived

t take any more of this, I don't have enough fingers to count the scars that line your wrists. It's time to heal, it's time for hope, it's time to wake

the first. Still, time after time, this always hurts, it's like a pain so sharp it tears right through my shirt. I've become obsessed with loving it all, because it's