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Fog / Myst

and as quick as it was there its gone and it all stops


and nothing makes sense grasping at ever drifting away


landscapes where nothing is true and all is a mask


a mask death wears in the mirror staring at me


for everything to believe and ever more time to waste


because in all honestly, there is no way, life couldn't be


no, life couldn't possibly be so full to overflow, i won't


allow myself this, to be everso disappointed, more


embarrassed, what of it, and what of time to bleed


i couldn't believe more, and at the same time, less


and yet, knowing nought if i shall make it there, shall


i make it there, through and through, and will you be


will you be there, will you show, will you show me how

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