We are running out of time
A faint sun shines
We are close to the end
I lay silent with my friend
We awaken years later
Someone lied for gain
We sense a traitor
It brings us only pain
I don't let it consume me I ignore it
My friend lets it consume them
I wait for a little bit
I won't let hate take them
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The Fault of Being
PoesíaWe dwell deep in our minds constantly. Never knowing whether or not we are going to get out alive, but that doesn't bother us. The fact that we don't feel so alone makes all that pain worth it.
