The wind whispers slowly to me
"In your imagination,
Is this how you thought life would be?
Is this your aspiration?"
I need a sign
From something divine
A path to follow
Something that's mine
A hand to hold
Before I grow cold
Someone to share with
Before I grow old
As frost sweeps over me, I cease
To think this heart was strong
It's been corrupted with disease
It had been so all along
I need to know
How to let go
Realise these feelings
In order to grow
A mind to share
Someone to care
A soul to talk to
Someone who's there
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Nikkori
This is mainly where I write songs. I don't write much about my thoughts because it would take too long to explain D':
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Midnight Crystal 666
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