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Only speaking? Words you are sealing. All description is telling lies.
What you are saying, still betraying all you see as the final truth.
Only lonely. Only coldly delivered spite can hurt me. Best not said.
Mostly knowing, what you are hearing can put the fear of reason into your head.
No relation. This religion. Crucifixion is not the way.
Self-controlling, local treason won’t disguise what you can’t deny.
Now you are teething, you know you are slightly broken into a world of thinking you are going to fly.
On the surface, a little calm and purpose will never mask the problem you are trying to hide.
Fingers moving, barely feeling major notes you try to play.
More distortion, less precision, all belies what you try to say.
Self-deception, a little bad reception, a little indigestion, it is not right.
Still you are trying. Almost moving toward a life that’s lurking just out of sight.
You want to be more, but if you are never satisfied, you are never going to be.
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