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My present has become one long attempt at piecing together my past. Pieces of paper and broken memories dont provide enough evidence that I ever truly existed. My future was once a bright light, not quite at the end of the tunnel. Now I can barely see to write this.
The heart is fickle for what the hands can not hold
Hands can love what the heart does loathe
I say this to you, with my heart in hands
What does it mean
Nothing
Take some time off from this paralyzed dream
Crawl out from the hole you call denial
Too many times I let living get in the way of my happiness
I'd give it all to anyone who would really listen
Line by line
Im writing myself away
The wind blows ever on
without head
Will I ever find home?
Blood slows
I dream out loud
Scars become medals
Won fighting a war long forgotten
And everything is falling apart
Thats why its the best night of my life
I write to remember
everything I've forgotten
A slave to the idea
of revolting against my indentured servitude
my motivation is not enough to free me
So i give it all to you
In return will you let me die as i like
And with all of our technology we cant keep the ghosts from coming back every time the temperature drops
The Angel Mathiel rules over Tuesday
So maybe today could work