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Pursuing peace and prosperity passionately
When the clock chimed seven to eleven
Earnestly emerging elegance into everlasting effulgence
When we experienced our earthly heaven
Oh so enduringly and oh so endearingly

Aimlessly acknowledging the amazing anxieties and admiring them from afar
My uncanny ways took it too far…
Like a ever-glowing shooting star…
Like an incurable scar is who we are…
When the clock chimed 3 in the dark morning
When the clock chimed 3, all were mourning
When the clock chimed 3, we were forlorning

Contemplating once more…
My darling dove from up above...
I adore this aching, breaking, overbearing and ensnaring heart of horrendous, harmless love

Remembrance of radiance rapidly remains my remedy of the highest of reverence
When the clock chimed 4, I prayed for deliverance - oh, it was rather intense
Meditating mindlessly and merrily while in slumber serenely and shamelessly…
You prey upon me pangs of pitiful poverty

Underestimated again and again and again
Never truly understanding where you've been
When the clock chimed 5, you weren't home
Where did you roam? Tell me, where did you roam?

The rest is left unknown…
I am all alone, 
On my own…

When it struck 6 6 times, I desperately need a fix...
When the clock chimed 6
When the clock chimed 6,
I wandered around, throwing stones and sticks
I tried to find you, but you were nowhere to be found, so I built a house for you made from bones and bricks
When the clock chimed 6
When the clock chimed 6
When it struck 7...beyond 10 or 11...at least I'm no longer a 6...

On my own…
I am all alone -
Where have you gone?

Death is lingering at my doorstep of desirable dread
Left in the scorching morning sun at 7 AM instead

Life is on the other side of the barbed-wire fence
Life is fading...disappearing...vanishing...listening to Evanescence…seeking depression's deliverance if that makes sense...
Just to feel like I belong in a sense…in childlike innocence...just to feel fulfilled in this worthless-like existence…
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