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These words... |
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These sights, their meaning is dissolving |
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When the past is revealed in each glance at pictures |
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The softness dies under the weight of relentless regrets |
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Comfort... |
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I sought it in martyr's sore |
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While my smiles deceived them all |
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Over life's fake balms & lore |
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I know I can't rely on yours at all |
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The darkest prayers, the shameful pleas |
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End without echoes, without answers |
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I wonder, blinded, among false memories |
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Lured by tales whispered by liars |
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Despite their strokes, these shadows are bitter to my senses |
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Are they the ones who put these chains on me? |
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Or, is my being craving their mocking sympathies? |
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I only know sadness is the lover of reality |
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Feel like no one can decrease the pressure |
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Despair, impotence, the acrid taste of failure.... |
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These pains and cries were born with me |
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Don't even try... |
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You can't save me, for you will know |
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Fall is the price of empathy.... |
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Untold, yet inborn.... |
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Inescapable suffering |
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The face of life is torn |
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As silence is hacked by my sobbing... |
