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Take these shards of meaning |
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Extract all your precious lies |
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Buried deep inside |
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Empty cavity that conveys your nihility |
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Precocious smile and state |
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It's your vacant stare and amorous gaze |
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Nothingness of your world consumes |
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Expressing the vile abandonment |
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All that is precious and good |
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Has it been lost or merely forgotten? |
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Take blackened hearts that you forsake |
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Press these words |
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Understand that the pain you don't feel |
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Holds you back again |
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This harsh reality |
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Still must be addressed much too soon |
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With this copious disregard for this at all |
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Negligence as your personal best |
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Your foul palm and fingers |
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Not delicate enough |
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For this pure body trusting of your touch |
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Take blackened hearts that you forsake |
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Press these words |
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Understand that the pain you don't feel |
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Holds you back again |
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Reflux and distress |
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Not meaning a thing |
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But breaking you down |
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Complete disdain, complete disdain |
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Take blackened hearts that you forsake |
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Press these words |
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Understand that the pain you don't feel |
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Holds you back again |
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Blackened hearts that you forsake |
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Press these words |
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Understand that the pain you don't feel |
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Holds you back again |
