sunken eyes and
hollowed hearts and
broken souls and
trodding feet-ash and smoke and nothing good
ever comes from doing nothing-hey, maybe we should have
listened to the conspiracy theorists.❛ ━━・❪ ❁ ❫ ・━━ ❜
I have a lot of thoughts about this one that I don't think I could articulate very well. I think it could apply to a lot of things. The rhythm isn't bad.
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