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Caught in the moment of intense rage. You'd better step away as all forms of communications are in a different page! It's at a point of exploding into the dark abyss from which chaos and unspeakable pain makes inevitable to exist the sense of bliss It's frustrating to see how microscopic your relevance can be once you've given the benefit and no longer serve a purpose, sadly The mere thought of it just bursts me down to my core! How awful it feels to be needed no more... Convincing myself as I reminisce in the past that the moments we conversed was sincere, and not a mask that was cast. Orthodox, it makes me begin to believe that it was merely facades you built to deceive Now that you're better off and back to your Elysium Fields I'm left hanging as with nothing, not even a sword and shield The bitterness I feel, all enclosed in this silent squeal No one can ever understand, not even me, the way you make me feel If happy ever after did exist it's just false hope that makes the thought persist. I was stupid to think that it was all so real when in fact, I was blinded by something surreal
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Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 8:43 AM UTC
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Caught in the moment of intense rage. You'd better step away as all forms of communications are in a different page! It's at a point of exploding into the dark abyss from which chaos and unspeakable pain makes inevitable to exist the sense of bliss It's frustrating to see how microscopic your relevance can be once you've given the benefit and no longer serve a purpose, sadly The mere thought of it just bursts me down to my core! How awful it feels to be needed no more... Convincing myself as I reminisce in the past that the moments we conversed was sincere, and not a mask that was cast. Orthodox, it makes me begin to believe that it was merely facades you built to deceive Now that you're better off and back to your Elysium Fields I'm left hanging as with nothing, not even a sword and shield The bitterness I feel, all enclosed in this silent squeal No one can ever understand, not even me, the way you make me feel If happy ever after did exist it's just false hope that makes the thought persist. I was stupid to think that it was all so real when in fact, I was blinded by something surreal
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Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 8:43 AM UTC
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