Let go and wash me of this…I remember all and while it is not my thing- I have.
Rid me of this disaster that I call love…for love would not torture me so sweetly…my fear of standing alone has come to pass and I ache at this reality….so I wish not to belong in the realm of such deep ruin much longer than I can stand….
I can’t feel my feet as I walk the path intended upon so I want to run…run into your arms and find my solace that became my ever so awaken dream.
But now I fear I have tormented myself far too long….
I fight to win the race that’s now over and I take with me the victory of a treasure more powerful than Gold.
Don’t wish upon a thought provoking dream…
Come….seek your solace in me.
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