In my room, it wreaks like the essence of your presence, that can be just a lost soul, searching for the things I've come to love. Waking up is the hardest thing I've come to know, I'm a simple man, with simple pleasures, who is as easily defeated.
And the talks, will continue per the ususal as we walk in opposite directions, not knowing we destroyed everything we left behind.
As I lay, face down, consumed by my own darkness it's the type that doesn't seem to surface. It consumes everything that I have come to love. I have lost the fight I fight for everything that makes the air worth breathing.
And the talks, will continue per the usual. As we walk in opposite directions. Not knowing we destroyed, everything, we left behind
To answer, these questions, I know that, I know that its not.
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