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suicide mission for the truth.Suicide mission for the truth.suicide mission for the truth
A battle worth fighting.
Bloodshed of emotions fighting for the top
Fighting for the room to expand Further into the future. Explosions take the mind. Collapse the heart and implode the certainty. The reality of the consequence
makes the vision blurry. Under soft lights the injury looks painless Deep under the heavy skin the nerves throbbing And the hope is vanishing.
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train of fateLeap to the next destination Masking the current battles But the scars are unavoidabletrain of fate
Suck is down time and again Feel the pressure Reach the top
Slip on the slime of emotion
Face down in regret
It's too late to start over Memories stretching 26 revolutions Nothing is going to change Super glued on the path of failure Traveling slowly Passengers of hope hop on Then slowly disappear One more failure in the box.
I need a change. A counter rotation
A clock spin backwards Unravel all the mistakes
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The end A Surge of truth crashing over me. Hallow eyes show converted lies. Forlorn and inflamed. Hide from the mirror, Hide from myself. Reason overflowing deeper into the background. Absent skies show present lies. Cold, shivering with my arms wrapped around me. Perfect love burnt to a crisp. Ashes scatter in the wind. Foiled plans of the future. Yellow dragonflies used to dance around us. Stardust sprinkled upon us. I saw your face. Beauty past the stars. Every worThe end
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9876 skip to 3Blue rings of complicated feelings encircle my brain. The words are simple, but refuse to come out. Lodged in the throat, the watershed of truth. And the absence of youth makes me more than confused. Lifeless determination on a decaying curve of regret. Irrevocable lack of self confidence constantly swinging on a string of lost thoughts. Stubbornly, swallow down the panic. Choke on the syllables. Incoherrent thoughts exploding inside, a burst of violent colors, ruined amiably and punishing doubt. Is this the unviveral pinnacle? An ephermal victory? An endless road of self9876 skip to 3
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Morning LightMorning light touched your fingers, Those fingers that rested on my shoulder While you drifted among sleep-filled seas And beautiful, enchanting dream.Morning Light
I watched as the light drifted through the window. Just like a photograph, it was, but for your peaceful breath. It was that time of the morning where even consciousness is mixed with dreams, where the most innocent of thoughts spawns wild and fantastic iterations of ideas. There is something comforting about watching someone sleep. Feeling their fingers clench ever so slightly to some unknown, somniferous stimulus. Some people don't like to sleep close to
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