Falling under the past where the psst sends shifts down the spine... Somehow becoming diverse even though the correction tried to relocate the mind... Send diving in isn't as fun when it comes the destination of pain settles on emotions nerve... Wanting someone to hear the stillness of worth... Aching in silence with a thought of what it be like if an other felt the same... Rolling up under the skin as if a blanket pulled over the eyes to escape... We allow what we believe is the best thing ever they turns out broker than poor... Letting go of the riches that speak to the shallowness of locked doors... It ain't easy to reclaim the what's been dominated within... N no other can feel it unless they've become enslaved by so many grins... Tryin each one on to see if the fitting snugs luv at night... Beneath the touch lays the erratication of sight... Wanting something unseen as the feeling can will never forget a friend... As characters refused to wear faces able to pretend... Under the surface the truths lie to save self... That is until the definition of real truly comes along to help... putting an end to the repeated demise of hateful chatter... Once again believing in what actually matters... Away from the twist that spirals outta the hands of control... Held tight so a unique life unfolds... Giving use to hidden wants as needs are met... To live a lil bit n give what's to get...
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