Force that drags against the flow
Shatter the belief, not to grow
Fade the fight and make it slow
lean me down to pain to bestow
Make every near a bit more far
Every step I took, devotion is scarce
Stumbled on feet and resolve is meek
Every periodic hit turning me bleak
Lives in the world called as past
Full of afflictions and acrimonious talks
Still I wear the choices I made
But in alone where I fade
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 11:46 AM UTC
Force that drags against the flow
Shatter the belief, not to grow
Fade the fight and make it slow
lean me down to pain to bestow
Make every near a bit more far
Every step I took, devotion is scarce
Stumbled on feet and resolve is meek
Every periodic hit turning me bleak
Lives in the world called as past
Full of afflictions and acrimonious talks
Still I wear the choices I made
But in alone where I fade
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