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wafted violently along like tiny fragments carried in the wind every passing soul brings with them a strand of hope inconceivably visible to the naked eye worthless and agonizing what could a speckle of conviction possibly do? a pathetic thread of faith another empty promise waiting to be broken again so you weave it incessantly intertwined with the lies that they will continue to spew until it forms a sheath big enough thick enough to cover the stab wounds of dereliction and the treacherous vows made with malevolent words hurled like waves crashing against the shore crash silence the demons hold their tongues drag them over the silver metal sheets and pierce them through their chests but for how long before the melancholy has infiltrated every fibre of hope before we have to recapitulate it all again be quiet soon it becomes an endless cycle of pleading for mercy and impetuous desperation because maybe one day the threads will be strong enough to hold the wounds together so the scars can form and the pain evanesce and this will destroy me
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
hope
wafted violently along like tiny fragments carried in the wind every passing soul brings with them a strand of hope inconceivably visible to the naked eye worthless and agonizing what could a speckle of conviction possibly do? a pathetic thread of faith another empty promise waiting to be broken again so you weave it incessantly intertwined with the lies that they will continue to spew until it forms a sheath big enough thick enough to cover the stab wounds of dereliction and the treacherous vows made with malevolent words hurled like waves crashing against the shore crash silence the demons hold their tongues drag them over the silver metal sheets and pierce them through their chests but for how long before the melancholy has infiltrated every fibre of hope before we have to recapitulate it all again be quiet soon it becomes an endless cycle of pleading for mercy and impetuous desperation because maybe one day the threads will be strong enough to hold the wounds together so the scars can form and the pain evanesce and this will destroy me
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
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