Can't keep it together. Want to let it all slip from the hold. Can't go it alone. But there's wishing.
Last piece of inspiration... Six tracks in and still on the radio.
Digging for originality amongst the not, like starving bastards in other worlds of One. Even the filthy and diseased passes through the lips of the empty.
Think there's answers on the other side of three dimensions. So many theories for so many stories, but no one is going to take the blame for this One.
Fantasy feeds off reality to nurture the unborn in her womb.
Both share one breath from lungs trembling under a heavy heart... Always wish out of hopelessness.
Image over honesty is everything amongst the hypocrites. Hidden intimacy with anyone else. Why keep them around?
...Can't go it alone. But there's wishing.
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agreed
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