When we are here,
when our will is spent – all our words and
every single cry fall down and amounts to nothing.
Finding a way blindly when there is none to be found.
We are waste, and that is all we have.
When we are here,
when our will is spent – all our words and
every single cry fall down and amounts to nothing.
Finding a way blindly when there is none to be found.
We are waste, and that is all we have.
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