This is the point from which I could never return,
And if I back down now then forever I burn.
This is the point from which I could never retreat,
Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace.
This is the point from which I will die and succeed,
Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed.
From now on it can never be the same as before,
Cause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore
[Immortal Technique]
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Broken
Even the rugged
Surface of a cactus Is soft enough To bear flowers.
There is still hope For broken souls with Hardened shells.
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