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We are but toys

Let's rewind Time slips through my fingers In due time We were all once dreamers I missed my connection Back to reality I now drown in reflection Searching for causality This is emptiness This is home This is hopelessness This is being alone Why would you build individual constructs If they were meant to exist in pairs Watching them suffer until self destruct This just doesn't quite seem fair If there really exists someone holding the blueprint I can promise they're not merciful We are not children but toys built for convenience To help time pass for the immortal
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charles-hamilton
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Sep 1, 2013
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