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Feb 2010
I'm tired of half-measures
I'm tired of fake joys
happiness is spotless
or happiness is void

don't tell me I must wait
it'll all be worthwhile soon
light up the sun at midnight
or let it die at noon

I want eternal bliss
I want to reach the sky
so either give me means
or say it means i die.
~r
Written by
foerno
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