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Was this not what you wanted? A sliver of hope-- Instead you ended by shivering out on that unsteady-tipping slope. And for all those somethings, I hadn't  know, well, I had to let them go. Now I am, all alone. But hey, it's not like you would've know-- Too lost to see through your own moats murky waters. Was it One; Two; or Three; Captured sirens swimming with you, within your clouded judgement? Or is it, One; Two; or Three; Vile hags trampling with you, within your undeserving life. Are you feeling empty yet? Or are you full of your lies? It appeared to be a feast-- While in harsh reality, you were plucking at nothing... Nothing except brittle bones. Its all a shame, for it was a dream spun upon spindle-- Lost in a cowards looping slope. Was this not what you wanted?                 Hmm-           What a shame...           What a shame...
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
What a shame.
Was this not what you wanted? A sliver of hope-- Instead you ended by shivering out on that unsteady-tipping slope. And for all those somethings, I hadn't  know, well, I had to let them go. Now I am, all alone. But hey, it's not like you would've know-- Too lost to see through your own moats murky waters. Was it One; Two; or Three; Captured sirens swimming with you, within your clouded judgement? Or is it, One; Two; or Three; Vile hags trampling with you, within your undeserving life. Are you feeling empty yet? Or are you full of your lies? It appeared to be a feast-- While in harsh reality, you were plucking at nothing... Nothing except brittle bones. Its all a shame, for it was a dream spun upon spindle-- Lost in a cowards looping slope. Was this not what you wanted?                 Hmm-           What a shame...           What a shame...
Nickel
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
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