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Whatever is left of me, if you can remember anything I've ever said, down any path I've ever led you, or wherever you've led me, if you can see me, I'm free now, for this world that is always taking. There's no need to lie to me, there's no need to comfort this dying fool who wasted his time, pining in his prime for a chance he knew would never come. After all, this misery was by design, to save the one I love. It's over now, I'm giving up. I don't want your sympathy, your thoughts or your prayers. I wish I could illustrate what I've won from this dare. How do you describe something that isn't there? I lean on the hope that what's left of me, you'll share. I took so much effort bleeding out this place, I've emptied every coffer, every altar defaced. I scraped away the pretty paint looking for the matter, and there it was, this emptiness, getting fatter. Now I sink in, once again, to this bog I've been stuck in, struggled in, woke up in, fell asleep in, dreamed in, broke free in, feared in, **** and ****** in, got cleaned in, once again, it takes me under.
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May 22, 2022
May 22, 2022 at 7:30 PM UTC
Crawling Again
Whatever is left of me, if you can remember anything I've ever said, down any path I've ever led you, or wherever you've led me, if you can see me, I'm free now, for this world that is always taking. There's no need to lie to me, there's no need to comfort this dying fool who wasted his time, pining in his prime for a chance he knew would never come. After all, this misery was by design, to save the one I love. It's over now, I'm giving up. I don't want your sympathy, your thoughts or your prayers. I wish I could illustrate what I've won from this dare. How do you describe something that isn't there? I lean on the hope that what's left of me, you'll share. I took so much effort bleeding out this place, I've emptied every coffer, every altar defaced. I scraped away the pretty paint looking for the matter, and there it was, this emptiness, getting fatter. Now I sink in, once again, to this bog I've been stuck in, struggled in, woke up in, fell asleep in, dreamed in, broke free in, feared in, **** and ****** in, got cleaned in, once again, it takes me under.
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May 22, 2022
May 22, 2022 at 7:30 PM UTC
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