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In this world, there are numerous paths to take. Some involve truth, while others are all about being fake. The hardest to walk is that which involves Faith. But you've got nothing to lose, and a whole lot to gain.
You always linger After you leave, Like coffee stains on paper It's only heart that stands so still But hands and voice still waiver. I'm fine until I see You there Then breath becomes a labor
I can hear what you say but My mind is so distracted Thinking about living in a room full of strangers Thinking about if I will ever have a place to call home
May your thumbs be stripped from the poisonous layer, That distracts the eyes from reality, The blinks of light, the flashes away, The mind is less when near Oh can you hear my speech of words,