Expecting something is not the worst part
Losing your existence to wait for one thing is
Life is filled with changes as they are necessary
Growing everyday makes all feel safe and true visionary
There will always be things you will loose track of as they meant that much only

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Life is so ironic the moment you feel fulfilled
You are ought to be lost in shambles with fear of unknown
What happens today will become past
So enjoy the moment until it last
There is no wrong in groaning about someone gone
Sometimes some people give you seed that you have to grow alone

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All we win is none to gather
Cause all gets lost in a stroke of thunder
Life gives you wings to fly and makes you a solider
All lost to none hope gets lighted
In a none road there is still one
Remember lost how you are heart is the answer
Persuade none they all are great
They can in a beat of a breath can lift up weight

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Taste is a resistance of soul
As all we get coiled up smell foul
Alter of hope gets battered
With lies of fools gathered
Like a sleepy head with dizzy hair
Little by little it all goes away with the desire
We share so the well of our thoughts is empty
As we all are gravitators towards some deity

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Lies a truth harsher than spikes of misfortune

Deams a jury the conviction to alleviate the wrongdoer

But I see through the eyes of my own How do I known what one have forged not to be shown

Drawn from the impression of cure I am in the lore

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I don't want an answer in the chandelier of uncertainty
All i want is to wait for someone
Who is never gone solemnly
Rage sadness all it comes but the stand of ....


TRUST CAN'T GET RUST

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Answer with a question
So the texture meets complexion
I have been risen and fallen in broken specters
Where dietys have no questions but a potion
Lucious i may but I a mourner who can't pray

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Love is not a failure
It is a ship with no sailor
It drops to swallow the raging hearts
But then why is it still damp in the corner
All i am is a Mourner in a Solemn Start

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Nothing gets answered in this World
Maybe questions measures nothing for time to pass
Raise one or two it all comes back with razor sharps claws to you
Abandon hope It comes with you as a rope surrender or lie
End is known for all will ......

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