the entire thought makes me sick talking to you being near you i rather throw this brick take it through that window over there get into trouble hey who cares better then messing things up again better then wondering who, what, where, and when you think you reached into a soul well sorry you lost your goal you gotta see all this ice when pain comes it's far from nice but you wouldn't see you are to blind you only see things how you wish, from behind enjoy though this life you call your own because i'm going away i'm finding a new home pain is a game that runs between the line of good and bad one thing in this world i wish i never had but the entire fact just makes me weak so no longer shall i dare to speak my words are unspoken my emotions i won't write because the thought the concept no longer feels right
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