And it hurts.
People destroy their happiness.
And it hurts.
People destroy each other.
And it hurts.
And I watch them burn.
And it hurts.
And I burn with them.
And it hurts.
2012-03-24
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I can see it, right there on the horizon. But it's hidden in the shadow of the sun, and if I close my eyes it might appear.
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