im scared of what i see when i close my eyes and im scared of what i see when theyre left open the images we surround ourselves with become the images we cant escape cant erase cant relive if only to face the nightmares on wax the nightmares of tax the nightmares of him with his eyes rolled back the love i see the remedies i know the atrocities i see the movements that glow the care-taken the deceased the ones that live away from me the crawling the obsessed the ruins of the distress you lied to me you verified the truths with the solidity of my soul the outrageous knowings that haunt my mind and the shadows of our lives the gracious gratitude and subtle solitude ive faced in all my years cant begin to show the atrocities subdued within you you didn't give me a chance to love you you took me for advantage you took the words and screwed the heartaches the words are coming too fast okay give me a break i cant think i cant move on i cant stay and i cant go on i cant look at you i don...
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