Counting the years through Summers alone,
But I can’t take back those Winter’s of yours
Those icy, blue days, I’m begging to change,
Cause I know I’ll never call you home again.
What am I after? What do I need?
What will help to set me free?
My memories linger, through bottles and rage
And I always wake up feeling the same
Come, someone
Call me to the pyre
Come, someone
Call me to the pyre
I’m not sure anymore
If I want to endure
A life without Decembers
So I’ll leave this world in embers
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I believe all people are bits and pieces, and throughout life we can gather pieces from others or give some of ours away. Some people are only out to take everything they can, while others will give until they have nothing left, but most of us fall in between. And yet there are those people who will defy all logic and simply toss there pieces into the trash, for nobody and nothing at all. I don't know if it's possible to get back those pieces that have been thrown away, but this blog is all about my journey, to try and find out if someone who threw away everything for nothing can find something, or anything at all...I'm just looking for a reason to keep on living.
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