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take my hand, go on and make a stand. a long dream, a sad farewell, what is reality? what is hope? what is illusion? what are we?
all my memories forced into one, the path i choose will seperate them once and for all. caught in the stream of days and nights flying past, gaze again at your steps, for there all the confusion will end.
when this battle born of confusion finaly ends, will reality be that which is hidden? the reason is pure existence, still, memories can be believed. everything will begin shortly.
will you tell you story? let me in, let me know if i can help you, find your place this time. if you never thought it would work, why did you ask so late to end so suddenly? and why is it that now we don't have each other, we really do want each other? i want to tell you that i do care, i do want to talk to you, so, why when i see you, do you walk right past me like i'm not there?
sometimes, at night, i dream of the most terrible things, i just walk towards you, and pull out my knife, and i stab te whole of you, and i feel so strong and independant, once i've smashed the whole of you, i think, about how you slowed me, destroyed me, and you melted me, but now i know, you were weaker all along, when your body crumbled, my words tumbled right out my mouth.
