Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
A sister named Eleven
To lose oneself,
Thoughts broken
Like icicles shattering.
Made to last, destroyed in
A ruthless, malicious heartbeat.
In time, wounds heal, forever scars.
1-11-11
Thoughts broken
Like icicles shattering.
Made to last, destroyed in
A ruthless, malicious heartbeat.
In time, wounds heal, forever scars.
1-11-11
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A sister named Eleven
A sister named Eleven
