Pink or Black
life through the eyes of a seventeen year old
Saturday, 17 August 2013
Sways the breeze in a wishful waltz
I can just sit and stare
The sun departs in gentle haste
A chill in the air
I seem to gain a part of me
I'd lost to life in the past
I feel alive after years of pain
I feel alive at last...
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