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It is then, when the sky is no longer blue,
It is then, when I forget all about You, It is then, when I can not confess my sin, It is then, when my enemies win, It is then, when gravity makes it hard to breathe, It is then,when I can not find my purity seed, it is then that I become TWO... Each tear melts the pale skin off my soul Until my heart is helpless, bare and cold. I try to shield it with my hands But then I realize it makes no sense; Soul and Body are not one, but TWO... For my soul bleeds with pain Being a prisoner in a molecule chain. I try to release it from a prison of flesh But my brain treats my heart as trash- Dispensable, fragile and emotionally weak. Thus, to win I'll have to cry rather than speak; For with each tear I set one molecule free- So I will shed tear by tear until there will be no fleshly ME. Then my soul will have no fear To fly in a place where no one can see or hear And cry his pain for Eternity...
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