.....at_the_lowest_point
In compromise and neglect
Redemption of introspect
In vortex of wailing doubt
From a well of confute spout
The truth held in grave stealth
Touched by the dragons bre
stasis
It has stricken with pain.
By the instigation.
They've been driven insane,
Wipes out deviation.
Anyone who comes, has come to stasis.
Place of denial, stagnan
perpetrator_of_dreams
They live in constant fear,
they repent their feat.
Their sins are crystal clear,
at night it will repeat.
Through the sleep into the dreams.
Cuts in deep, pl
calendar
Notice every day go by,
knowing what you didn't try.
Numbers flashing in your head,
worry replaced it instead.
Looking across the water,
pondering what's wait
absorbed
They can’t see who you really are
The potential to go really far
Will you conform, absorbed by the norm
What do you see when you look at your life
inner jo
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