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When the walls come crashing, nothing stands. time heals nothing. redemption by seeing nothing. the most beautiful thing is to not try or care. all have become some sort of clone. for this, letting others decide, the easiest way. bled dry. bled dry, no substance. if i wanted to become this i would have copied you. an elevated thought that we are somehow better, but we all fall. the minute falls and you are left to look in. this broken spirit (2x). (until then) some day we will be I'll (my heart grows weary) with the path we have chosen. |
