With each lie a crack forms...
Each act of deceit...a fragment lost
I am far from the hands of God
But my fingers feel pain
A pain that's all to familiar...
All that's left are tears...
But unlike everything else you've taken...they are mine
And alas no amount will quench your thirst.
Sep 12, 2023
Sep 12, 2023 at 3:31 AM UTC
With each lie a crack forms...
Each act of deceit...a fragment lost
I am far from the hands of God
But my fingers feel pain
A pain that's all to familiar...
All that's left are tears...
But unlike everything else you've taken...they are mine
And alas no amount will quench your thirst.
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