true loneliness is something we’re born into through the only two windows we stare at the flowers and the trees if something's there for you is it also there for me? while the thought of dying petrifies me there lies a haunting beauty in breaking free among the flowers and the trees what if this flesh is the reason we can’t be when the walls dissolve will we truly meet in harmony? Bound - In a colourless house - Shout - I’m a colourless sound - Purge - Im a colourless urge - Dirt - Im a colourless birth
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