| Take these shards of meaning
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| Extract all your precious lies
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| Buried deep inside
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| Empty cavity that conveys your nihility
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| Precocious smile and state
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| It’s your vacant stare and amorous gaze
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| Nothingness of your world consumes
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| Expressing the vile abandonment
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| All that is precious and good
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| Has it been lost or merely forgotten?
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| Take blackened hearts that you forsake
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| Press these words
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| Understand that the pain you don’t feel
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| Holds you back again
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| This harsh reality
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| Still must be addressed much too soon
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| With this copious disregard for this at all
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| Negligence as your personal best
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| Your foul palm and fingers
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| Not delicate enough
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| For this pure body trusting of your touch
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| Take blackened hearts that you forsake
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| Press these words
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| Understand that the pain you don’t feel
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| Holds you back again
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| Reflux and distress
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| Not meaning a thing
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| But breaking you down
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| Complete disdain, complete disdain
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| Take blackened hearts that you forsake
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| Press these words
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| Understand that the pain you don’t feel
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| Holds you back again
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| Blackened hearts that you forsake
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| Press these words
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| Understand that the pain you don’t feel
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| Holds you back again |