she is not the one you love but she seems
words spilling out like a flood
into the air with a
violent silence, wounded prideful ways
bruises, bloodshed, bitter hate
gather y
color and needles break the skin
pain the perception desired on
Daniel Mclean says he's lost all his dreams
and he lost
quiet desperation is slowly pulling down
give yourself away but keep
from the first bell i hear
i am only grinding gears
in
take me to the coastline way down south
let me hear
sometimes i can feel it waiting in between my thoughts
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