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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Whatever

The only thing I can find now... is emptiness, isolated and left alone to die,
The only thing left, is to sit and and watch you completely deny,

My lost in a world full of darkness, with my arms outstretched,
Does life is nothing but a trick uphill, it's get harden every time i try collect together the pieces left of my will,
And with each swing of a pendulum and tick of my clock, the world start shrinking and their's nobody to talk.
I don't even know I'm hoping for what, hoping for light, life moves on, and there’s no one to help me in this fight.