What life was before stricken into grievance, So Full and desirably infatuating.
Lead on a coarse of thrilling moments strung together like the ropes of hope.
Living for what was most important inside that which we claim to be our hearts.
Only now have I seen the realization of this hollow which repeats such horrors and moments of atrocity , condemning my thoughts to relive times of failure.
Lead on a coarse of thrilling moments strung together like the ropes of hope.
Living for what was most important inside that which we claim to be our hearts.
Only now have I seen the realization of this hollow which repeats such horrors and moments of atrocity , condemning my thoughts to relive times of failure.
Such a fickle thing this burdensome beast inside my chest.
Pulling the strings attached to which make me feel so whole, or not so.
Bipolar are its thoughts toward my well-being.
Loving my desires in a moment of trust and then reveling in the eternal time to which I'm at a loss for what was my happiness.
Loving my desires in a moment of trust and then reveling in the eternal time to which I'm at a loss for what was my happiness.
Upon this plane that is our lives, it is life that is against our very existence and woe to you who believe otherwise.
Disappointment waits for you at your doorsteps.
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