Comprehension,
Despair is the quickest way to go;
Selfishly,
Drawing lines across our veins
In silver pen, we write farewell,
How well we thought we knew,
The hopeless,
Them without center
We are swollen; empty
When the void met the vice grips,
They were destined to sink ships
Selected into these services,
You called upon me;
I don't even know who you are
So tell me who you are -
Without using any words;
I have an idea from where I'm standing,
But how I long to feel your burn up close
And they called us sarcastic, needy and plain,
You to me only exist as a blain
You are one;
You are hopeless.
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