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Grief, The shine of eyes must be brief. We went to a gate, Seeing all of it fade. How can i reach out a throne, Feeling the chocks of a drawn future Smiles that shall all be gone, Will make it till dawn, A feeling of a broken bone, It’s a process of grown. Fine by my side, The wasted of tears cried, I think we lied, Wasn’t the easiest of a ride. Do you feel tears? Moisturising the gears? Downfalls of peers? Different voices of cheers? In falls Felt like waterfalls, Little voices of crawls, The movement of dolls, Down beside the shores. Happiness of fake, Doing the take Of a heart that never break. You weren’t one of a kind, Not even hard to find. That’s a shiny blade, What a bad trait To stab from behind, A person wanted to grind, What makes mistakes light ‘n’ giant? The morals of a soul, carrying missiles that’s short ‘n’ tall, To throw while they fall. Let’s make it hard to prone, Scared of lightning with no tone. Shattered in the smallest of pieces, For whoever pleases. Now it’s all done, Reload your gun, Let me escape’n’ run, Say your goodbyes with fun, It will forever be gone.
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Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 7:08 AM UTC
Sign, shine, ‘n’ grief
Grief, The shine of eyes must be brief. We went to a gate, Seeing all of it fade. How can i reach out a throne, Feeling the chocks of a drawn future Smiles that shall all be gone, Will make it till dawn, A feeling of a broken bone, It’s a process of grown. Fine by my side, The wasted of tears cried, I think we lied, Wasn’t the easiest of a ride. Do you feel tears? Moisturising the gears? Downfalls of peers? Different voices of cheers? In falls Felt like waterfalls, Little voices of crawls, The movement of dolls, Down beside the shores. Happiness of fake, Doing the take Of a heart that never break. You weren’t one of a kind, Not even hard to find. That’s a shiny blade, What a bad trait To stab from behind, A person wanted to grind, What makes mistakes light ‘n’ giant? The morals of a soul, carrying missiles that’s short ‘n’ tall, To throw while they fall. Let’s make it hard to prone, Scared of lightning with no tone. Shattered in the smallest of pieces, For whoever pleases. Now it’s all done, Reload your gun, Let me escape’n’ run, Say your goodbyes with fun, It will forever be gone.
Grieving what no longer exists
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Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 7:08 AM UTC
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