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Echos
#1
What will the other voices say
What about the end of what we thought was true
I blinded myself from your light
I heard you speak of what you believed
...or wanted to believe

The clouds rumble of anger
The rain is falling not for me
Not for you, for it's own well being
For it's own thoughts and reasons
But guided by the nature you provide

What will we hear
What is to come after nothing can go
You were there when I wasn't
and now I may be forgotten
...or forgetful

It's too much for me to ask
Far from what you can give
In the burning wreckage of a scatterbrained life

When it comes, will I be ready
Will you still accept
Questions, all pointless

This world has been stretched flat
The horizen is drawing near
I've cut the cord of our only contact
You cried for what you wanted
...or thought you wanted

I wish I could've been there
Been there while you were
But the nature you brought
Grew farther than mine
And the things you said couldn't be heard

A wound in my hand
A missing finger
An eye patch, and an ear sore
I tried to listen to what you said
...or wanted to say
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#2
I like it, whats the inspiration behind it?
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#3
personal shit<_<

. . .and the like
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#4
<_<

sounds like its about a girl
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