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I know I'll see an end to this despair, but then I'm sure it'll start all over again. |
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I want to know if these years have been in vain: these months spend wasting away. Obsessing over the end of days or at least the impending death coming my way. |
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Part of me feels I'll see tomorrow, yet I'm not convinced it won't feel the same. |
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So take me to the place I love, where fears turn to fiction and dissolve into the space above the stars and dust and galaxies. |
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Too far to ever destroy me; |
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I'm safe from the cosmic blackened seas whose waves cash down on me with crushing blows of anxiety. |
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But sometimes I wonder if things really get better, or does the hand of time just beat us down until we surrender? |
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I've never been so scared of waking up. |
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These nights just never last long enough. |
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The sun creeps in and Ideteriorate into a lonely, isolated state of existence. |
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I hardly exist at all until the sun retreats and the night falls, and the shades of grey overtake me and wrap me in a shield of dreams. |
