Breathing Fire

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By Josh.....

broken trying to see new angles reason for hope in broken mirrors screaming no more silent screams a throat burns this cold night what is this thing you call love? the anxiety of expectation where? in past years where? all hope of redemption lost the slaves vowed alligance no music fits for mood fists will bleed again this time is wasting our hearts are sinking you're still infecting leaving us dieing here peace my long forgotten dream

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