Slow Spinning Redemption“Pretend everything’s alright”A simple deed that must be accomplished3 words...3 simple words yet I come trembling upon hearing itI can’t fool the world with a masked smile, I can’t hide my beingPicture perfect words can’t undo things that happened, things that have already been writtenIf I weave my own destiny, if I grasp for immortalityWould I be able to save lives?Would I be able to patch what’s broken?Would I be able to overcome this false pretense?Life is merely a game of chess…a work of strategyYou may never know what lies ahead…You may never know who your next opponent
A Transitioni felt rather numb as i come crashing down and collapsed right into a black holethere is no turning back..there will just be absurd images of everything left inside this small box of minei try to reach out and catch a glimpse of what i left behinda memory that lay down in thin sheet of icesoft enough to break my heartit is..or maybe it was a living proof of who iv becomeall the familiar places..different faces..diverse personalitiesyet i cant stop thinking of everything buried insidewhat may have been..what could be donei lay down beside a bush of blooming red rosesyet its thorns awake me of all the pain of leaving everyth
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. I think i am going to watch you!
