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Time has had its way with me,my broken,tired hands cant build a thing.The wires that have held me still,embedded now in flesh,define my will,the idle of my days has won,the empty i have fed has made me numb,despite what you will find in me,the failures of my past still swell beneath.I need a heart that carries on through the pain when the walls start collapsing again,give me a soul that never ceases to follow,despite the infection within.Our careless feet leaving trails never minding the fragile dirt we all end in.This is where i find my fall,the cares that held me,life dont work at all,and every step away from here is closer to the plague i hold so dear.Awaiting my end. Breathing in the day that finds me new. Redemption begins Bleeding out the flaws in place of you.
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 00:29:43 +0000

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