Hot Cross Dissertation: 14 Letras:
The silence we've found always prouder than the
voice you lost. Clawing through words dropped from
lips content with a last breath like a heretic.
Finding a dream of salvation; a hint of reality
too involved for imagination. This will be a
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tribute to the years we've spent building so much
nothing, a homage to our hands lost to empty
sounds. The loudest days hiding hopeless eyes;
looking for a lifeline but only breaking ties. We
are so many lifetimes away from the one we want to
be. Take your place and play the part. wear your
make-up like a weapon.
Letras: Dissertation: 14 Hot Cross [final]