Description from original post (created 2016-04-11 23:16):
"Just spinning lies with the only thread of kindness we saved, or if we're blind and the truth is just a painting in grey, drowning us out, all the noisy drops that fall in the rain, but fingertips traced every line and opened my eyes.I'll paint it blue, I'll play a tune, I'm wishing too for something new, it will come true with me and you and then we'll finally break through "
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