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It’s Better late than never to grab the bull by its horns and remove the reoccurring feeling of the thorn, I’ve bitten the bullet once some things never change bridges keep burning no pain no gain.
I’ve stripped these lines bare like faces that passed me by where I saw through the concealment of the outside. I’ve put my lines to the test of real investment and here my heart sits naked like body flesh.
Sleep, that place where fantasies keep & time repeats merged between the seams of sheets where some nightmares creep at the beat of consciousness in deep. Sleep.
