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I trip myself on hope
and fall on wishful thinking,
always hoping to find a well.
But the desert is always dry,
and the clouds are too small,
s..
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Where do I turn to,
where do I go,
when all that I cherish,
is sitting front row.
I am the cheap-seat,
Can I afford you?
Which way do I walk d..
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I feel the truth spinning, away.
The denial winning, today.
Lying here, breathing.
The voice digging, kneading.
The lust for life, gone.
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I sometimes like to cut myself internally.
Casting the hurt inside my belly; it is slowly burning.
I am never satisfied, even when I am filled up. ..
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