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there was always hope.even when we, bloodied by our broken dreams,even when the echo of failure tried(and failed)to overtake our countenance of light...even so, we were broken yet deeper.somehow, depths…
there was always hope.even when we, bloodied by our broken dreams,even when the echo of failure tried(and failed)to overtake our countenance of light...even so, we were broken yet deeper.somehow, depths…
i came to the beginning of myself and there i saw what awakening must be, the passing of the blankness which disguised itself as night where slipped our mind any…