when the incision of black completely takes over the barren white ones,
when the better left unsaid words are finally having their so called freedom
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i happened to post some on my side account so if in any case you stumble across another work that...
I don't know why I choose to dance with my own shadow under the pale moonlight, rather than accepting your hands under the shiny night
I don't know why I choose to shake my head and fake a smile every time you ask me why, rather than having myself with you talk about the night sky
I don't know why I choose to assure myself that everything has been going just fine, rather than saying to myself that I just lost what's mine
Like a spotlight the fire hits me, Like a sudden death passes its holler to me, Waking me up with the bitter truth and sorrow, Making me scared to wake myself up tomorrow, To know that it's over, To know that you let go of her, To know that your kind of her is now filled by fears, To know that your kind of her is now drowning herself in tears
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