Just a little love that's what I wished.
Nothing more.
Was that too much to ask for?
When I am literally dead with feelings, love resurfaces in curious form.
So brutally broken am I, can't sense anymore that illusive emotion.
Wish I could live again, wish I could actually blossom.
I choke in the exiling silence but there is no other option.
Just me, in my wilderness.
Nothing more.
Was that too much to ask for?
When I am literally dead with feelings, love resurfaces in curious form.
So brutally broken am I, can't sense anymore that illusive emotion.
Wish I could live again, wish I could actually blossom.
I choke in the exiling silence but there is no other option.
Just me, in my wilderness.
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