where's the soul when i need it... This world is full of worries... Those yearned are not possible, fight to make them possible... Double the dosage and multiply it...soon it''l bear the fruits of labour... hard, cool stabbing are numb to feel... morning glory seen only through a peek from the shady birches...wave it through to intertwining tendrils...you'll find that eclipse ended to soon for a cloud that blankets it... can wee fight for our fate?
dearest closest to the soul in mind... deepens the roots of mines...full of aspiration...i hope the blue wins...my likeness of it hoping to close the similarity...maybe cloning it... God is the greatest truth i could bear... fighting...keep on fighting...til bones are bare... water turns the liquor mist... fight...fight....fight on... there's no turning backwards as it is towards the front...
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