Reaching
I travel through the fog,
Blinded.
Unseeing.
Lost.
Reaching for something
That I cannot grasp.
Because,
There is
Nothing
There
To
Hold
onto.
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I travel through the fog,
Blinded.
Unseeing.
Lost.
Reaching for something
That I cannot grasp.
Because,
There is
Nothing
There
To
Hold
onto.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro