I left my memory's far behind to search for freedom but my shadows remain to follow. Dark thoughts of a new life where dreams stood as a dream caged down with a lock which will never open. Standing with dread but to mind to follow how far I will be willing to watch as every one surrounding me Dissipates into hate, as I hear the sound of undone piece by piece the string unravels from my fingers and the scissors cut away the pain from the ones who are UNWANTED as the cold freezes the minds if the working and beaten, the many
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Of the ᶠᴬᴷᴱ as we put on a show to make others happy, haha.
BUT
How much is it worth another day of a smile that's not ours to give away.
1 2 3 4 5 You count up your days as I count down how many I have left.
It's ㄅɬЯ∆иб∑ how long one can hold with out letting go of that string letting it be known that one is 2 and black is blue. I don't u-n-d-e-r-s-t-a-n-d
How some one can love something that no longer exists.
I'm Sorry.
