On your great tree of life there is so many leaves. Will there ever be time or a place for me among them? I can feel the wind blow through my feathers. My talons grip ever firmly, but why?
Just a nobody playing something epic
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Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better then drinking alone
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Sometimes you find something that you want to hold on to and never let go.
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