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I cover my face in sheets of white in hopes the light will wash off on me.

Thought it up in the shower :)

It was his world and his alone, that land that he called home.

Reach in and find my heart before I tear it apart.

I can't feel but I feel cold.

It's hard to see beauty in the world when all you see is gray.

She loved nature for what it was- her home.

Wash away all the darkness weighing me down.