
my day begins
the dawn darker
the colder the night
the more exposed the skin
the mind and soul
wrapped in my heart
I can still see the innocence in me
yet I wear a mask of hardness
upon my face
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my day begins
the dawn darker
the colder the night
the more exposed the skin
the mind and soul
wrapped in my heart
I can still see the innocence in me
yet I wear a mask of hardness
upon my face
Continue reading at Sync with Deep

























