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Edge of the Earth
I’ve shared all my love far past what I see Expression and my hope, far past expectancy All of my beliefs, container of my soul Everything that is me is far past what I’ve told Help me, I’m doubting the above Save me, return what you have shoved Anger, the product of my past Fear me, my anger hates my love Selfish, desire gives me pain Lost now, I look for what I can gain Kill me, I’ve a hate for what I am Show me before I’m martyred by the damned Breathe into me, dig up this sand Just take my hand Reproach is slowly showing me One last look, more self sympathy Crawling, escape the fog holding me My heart stops, I have some clearancy Heartless, once I pull you down Painless, denying my own frown Soulless, holding up my crown Worthless, friends all died and drowned Breathless, take in what’s around Weightless, no gravity or sound Timeless, the clock will start when it is wound Deny this, my mind could not have found Into the ground High burial mound No more sound
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