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I need you to be the strength of widows and soul survivors. I need you to be as fearless as new mothers and new fathers. I need you to be the hope of hearts who lost true love. I need you to be the might of their first kiss. I need a purpose and i need a reason, I need to know that there is trophy and meaning. To all that we lose and all we fight for, to all our loves and our wars. Keep breathing. Keep living. Keep searching. Keep pushing on. Keep bleeding. Keep healing. Keep fading. Keep shining on.
How far can I go? I'm rising from the depths of my own hell. I don't need another tragic tale. I need the strength to walk the other way. I found conviction in my ever changing mind. I grew up tied down and bleeding on the inside, but I know I was a victim of my own device, and I want to live to see a brand new life. You were most beautiful as the damage and the trauma. Pounding hard with battered wings of destiny. You were my last great war. You were my heaven ablaze. Riddled with faults and fractures. And I spent my last of days burning my oldest of bridges. And I spent my last of nights killing the best of friends. In the company of thieves, liars, beggars and whores I'll lay waiting, just waiting for my time to come. They'll come soon I keep waiting and I wait. Won't somebody save me. And if you're feeling lucky come and take me home. And if you feel loved. If you feel lucky, if you feel loved. If you feel lucky, if you feel loved. You've crossed the walls - excelled. Further along through their hell. All for my heart, I watch you kill. You always have, you always will. Now spread your wings and sail out to me. Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide. I'll take it by your side. Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide. I'll take it by your side. Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies. I'll take it by your side. Oversaturation curls the skin and tans the hide. I'll take it by your side. Tick - tock. I'm unclean, a libertine, and every time you vent your spleen, I seem to lose the power of speech, your slipping slowly from my reach. You grow me like an evergreen, you never see the lonely me at all. I take the plan, spin it sideways. I fall. Without you, I'm nothing. Take the plan, spin it sideways. Without you, I'm nothing at all. I said that name and skipped a heartbeat. I said it with a second chance and a forgetful smile. I said it with a faint glimmer of suicide. I taste my wreckage in our conversations deep under the faint hums of far gone engines. With all signal flares blazing we lay somewhere inbetween the smeale of yellow lines and a year of empty promises. I long for the grant of wings. I long for the dead of night when all of this passes. You never meant those three words. Now I can't remember how to set my heart alight. You never meant a word. Not a fucking word of it. I am so sick of goodbyes. So sick of committing suicide. I am so sick of the in between, now and then. So sick of swinging the hammer. So sick of my suicide, of burying every hero that I had.


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