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and like every day of my fucking life it's two hours after midnight and i'm still awake sharing my thoughts with the night and its demons i hate to be alone but i also hate admitting to myself i need others with a knife on my arm to remind me that i was surrounded but wisdom and humility are still out of my reach i would build from my hands but nothing would arise where's my heaven? where's what i should love? why is my mind so confused? and still questions as only friends i would love to never think anymore and just let my soul go away in silence, slowly close my eyes to travel around nothingness forever i'm talking to walls and consuming my flame nevertheless there's no shame to be angry i should not complain and bare the cross through this convict life, but still the need to be reassured i'm the little voice you can't see i'm the ear you can talk to, i could be your way out you'll never read just walk away, just run away (but i'm the) i'm the little voice you can't see, i am the ear you can talk to, i could be your way out but i'm the eyes you'll never read. From Letras Mania