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I've witnessed the promise of a million years more
Like words into diary like kneeling in deity
"I am your friend"
But there was a lie in the great resolve
Forget and regret the saving grace untold phone call lasted sooner than expected when was the last time you asked for help
did you get what you want did you get what you need when the other end of the line is not willing to grieve
How did everything came to terms with the void?
When everyone is still awake at 4am
Thoughts like crawlies on your skin;
Existensialism on your pulse beat
Don't look no further now
When phone call lasted sooner than expected when was the last you asked for help did you get what you want did you get what you need when the other end of the line is not willing to grieve
I am so sorry for the world is so fucking cruel As you play songs off "home like noplace is there"
im sorry to tell you but all lines are busy now
and no one's home to save you now
Vianca Gamboa



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