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Dec 2013
What it takes to make us two, why it
makes us work for everything that
we hold dear, held dear and will be
holding onto until we finally see,

we are nothing more and never will
be, ought to be and never were, it's
like a spinning, working, useless mill
still spinning, working but nothing fits

inside, nothing is knead by it's monstrous
wings, eventually we all become, subconscious-
ly, every single one of us will be, that mill. You can
deny and try to not be but you'll fail. Acceptance,

all hail acceptance. I can't argue with my fate.
Just try to make it more, fool, it's already too late.
Be that fool, surprise me, for I cannot surprise myself.

'Because we're all just cynics on the run'
Daan
Written by
Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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   Rudy Verboven and ---
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