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give a word of fragile optimism that this will be okay bore down on gluttonous hands, regurgitated thoughts from my heart this can only be the going under this can only be killing the me in me push and pull like the machines the humans anthems are dying in me i don't think a soul knows compromise like a soul mate it sleeps with me in my flesh i ask for a personal bleeding the holy ghost has word with me it comes in love, it comes with gentle hands that disinfect the sting for me a whole is filled without the ring instead a kiss, a kiss from the sun to try again From Letras Mania