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Maybe soon or suddenly 

With unyielding feelings

Do tell me your hear me 

Dont run 

Is there really a cure for a lostness in ones soul

A map that takes you to your deepest darkest corners

I assure you the journey is well spent

Money trees that grow green and let it rain to the poverty

I'll walk past it like I've had it my whole life

Eventually Ill kill the doubt that plagued my thoughts 

Then the confidence will rush back as the dam of emotions bursts

Your sensational moments only makes the dark times look worst


endingnew beginnings

◄ Compressed

Dark Symphony ►


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Nigel Astell

Thu 17th Jun 2021 02:20

The last three lines could make a poem in themselves Jay.

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