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Shred the lines that separates, my hands from the touch. And blur the space, the hindered taste, with words that ache so much. Driving south with my hands clenched, while my heart is breaking. Bridge the gap, and take it back, the tears my soul is making. Feeling alone doesn't cover, and I can't bring myself to speak. Tried my best, for a moments rest, as my emotions begin to leak. From eyes so hard they break my will, I couldn't let her see. Each time I try, and surely die, this shell becoming me. Topple the wall that stands, between my love and I. Turn my head, from what was bled, when a devil stopped to cry.
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
South Of Purgatory
Shred the lines that separates, my hands from the touch. And blur the space, the hindered taste, with words that ache so much. Driving south with my hands clenched, while my heart is breaking. Bridge the gap, and take it back, the tears my soul is making. Feeling alone doesn't cover, and I can't bring myself to speak. Tried my best, for a moments rest, as my emotions begin to leak. From eyes so hard they break my will, I couldn't let her see. Each time I try, and surely die, this shell becoming me. Topple the wall that stands, between my love and I. Turn my head, from what was bled, when a devil stopped to cry.
-RoTh-
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
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