𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱

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They have closed their eyes,
To listen to the satisfying lies,
And it will go on like this until their inner angel dies.

Please tell me, why do we stay with them?
Don't you understand we too need a helping hand,
And when we get to hold them so desperately,
What is it that we will be?

My ears, they hear the vague beat of its heart,
Its golden and soft and still full of scars.
My hands burn from holding on but letting go - I dont know how, I have to move on.

So don't let go then my dear,
Yours also will turn into fear.

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