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Scars Of Tomorrow The Horror Of Realization

Nightmare, this stands in front of you, these frames of broken glass of hidden images, Of a time that you hope you can forget these are the burdens that

You sleep naked craving the taste of flesh surrounded by uncertainties, You feel the cold of your misguided past. Do you know there is so much more than

Now your time is now, and I can see your pain. It shines over everything you are, can you hold on to anything but grief? You hide when you should rise

These walls are closing in. Tonight I see so much clearer, it?s more than I thought It could be. Burn inside these lucid dreams the very ones that make