The Coldest Winter.

I've been addicted to writing angsty things lately.

One Too Many Falls.

We were so blind.

Running Knives.

Maybe I'm just a bloodied mess.

A Dream Too Long.

Looking for a door, for a way out

The Forgotten Diary.

Words will be written sooner or later.

Anywhere But Here.

Frozen on this ground I stand...

On The Brink.

Waiting for my crescent to be whole again.

Voices in the Dark.

We never know our way around.

The Same, Old Songs.

In distant memories and forgotten dreams...

At the End of the Day.

Somewhere I’d rather be than here.

Echoes in the Distance.

Draped in a tattered, old shroud.

Reflections.

If only what was within was easy to find.

Breaking Surface.

The ghost of a memory hot on our trails.

Track of Time.

All we have right now is time, anyway!

Away with the Clouds.

Until the next bout of rain...

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