I feel like dieing.
But well, who cares.
I just keep on my little mask en pretend I feel alright.


MillenniaToo often I see With restless hands and furrowed brow Nothing but the hazy remnants of your reflection As though time herself Plots with careless abandon To share nothing of its eternityMillennia
A window, a doorway Around the corner of another featureless building You were there Or so it seems In those fleeting moments between distractions
If only I knew your face Like I know you In my sleep, and my heart Perhaps I might know how to look
Yet your mind resonates, your being, your soul In thrumming harmony With that song, not
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I am not like most things youve stolen before
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Find the Escape, Don't Get Lost!
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"Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt" William Shakespeare
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