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I wish I could give up
I wish I could go on..being the same I wish I could find myself I wish I could find something.. I know the shield is gone I know there never was one.. I think I’m gone I’ll be back soon perhaps.. I think I can’t choose maybe because I’m too weak, maybe because you’re too evil, maybe because we’re too unaware of everything around.. I know I have nothing left I’ll have to close the box hope is inside.. You have thrown away the key.. I know I’m lost Is there a right way? There’s nothing to hang on to I don’t think there ever was only illusions.. Maybe I could make something out of them Maybe they are all I’ve got left, all I can ever hope for if I’ll ever be able to hope.. You are all so blurry I think I should close my eyes.. But what can I do about the thoughts? How can I protect myself? just hang on.. Why? Maybe I should try.. Maybe not..
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