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Vineyard of a Lost Soul
Vineyard of a Lost Soul
A lonely feeling infecting your mind
All of your shadows become intertwined
Running toward your crying soul
You desperately try to take control
Grasping for what is lost in waste
Leads to everything blackness laced
Cadaverous feelings make you numb
Tripping over the stem it's from
Going nowhere makes emptyness real
With all you have you fight to feel
Setting fire to your hollow thoughts
Laughing darkly at what was caught
Chasing the darkness in your head
Stimulating what you thought was dead
All of the sickness and the wrong
Have made your mind and heart grow strong
Light reflecting off your tears
Seems to fade away past fears
A little weed transformed to vine
Protects your soul, your heart, and mind
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Minds are like parachutes.
They work better open.
"If I were Hermione, I would have licked his pantleg."
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