Blotting Out the Stains of Nonsense

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By Loneliness is condescending •

I wreak my essence, to do what The clock ticking tearing at thoughts Voices mock and I feel shaken, but... Fear is real.. Its here I’m caught From somewhere deep inside my core I find the courage I once lacked Pause and silence ... I feel no more The boys eyes close he coughs and hacks Together we will have no pain Our hope will light the dark restrain I can see now I know its gone We close our eyes and die with the dawn

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April 25, 2006 16:27lost the lonely dead

good but it seems so strange too