Ruins Of

Every story starts with crazy fireworks
But ends in deafening silence
We try to hold on to the feeling
Do everything we can til there’s nothing left to say
We memorised the last day
Wondering what we could’ve done more
Feel the cold wind
Lost in heavy nights
Wake up lonely

Depression Life Thoughts

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