As I dieStare as eyes uphold meAnd wait to see
Set you heart at a pace no one could follow
Until
This your only grace.
The art of conversation,
Regarding common sense.
As merely
It's in my heart; it's in your soul,
You choose to
Aware Of Some, Aware Of Nothing More,
I Have No Faith
Always, sometimes, always seems to be
Chaos, crisis, always feeds off
I need it the most, most subtle
Unnecessary trouble.
Abusing too much,
Feel so low some days
And only I can taste
Resent security
Obscuring
Murder more or less,
The anger rages
Blame your loneliness,
Blame your situation
But you say it's all over, you're down by the
It's not without it's consequence
It's not without it's joy
Sell it
Array of fortunate life
But could you live through the fight
No
Expel at cost
I've looked for valuation
Return what's lost
Ive thrived on
I bide my time on these lonely nights
But it's always
Washed out your simple world,
But it seems to reappear,
Without, your
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