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- 7:17 a.m. - incomplete that I question everything? that nothing is secure not the crown or the king not the love or the life not the heaven or the hell not the promise or betrayal not the secrets we tell did you miss the fact that everything's illusion? did you misplace understanding or lose it in confusion? or maybe you just can't stand to accept all the unknown and always search for truth and always be alone buried deep in this land of mostly dead I can pretend there's nothing in my head and give up every dream or hope I've ever known for some fantasy played in a monotone for the illusion we are not alone and I will go there again from time to time to curse this life or damn myself or commit any crime for they can't lock me up for the words that come and when I'd just as soon be dead I can stay true to my harmless heart in deed and get this crap out of my head and when we drink all the blood that's been bled maybe then we will know the futility of living for future promises in books we've read when this moment is all we have for the giving what is now shall never be again what is now � � |
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