Everlasting smothers
Vacillation of soul
Detach from others
Extention of toll
Swarmed by thoughts
Brave face of lies
Almost wrought
Unwilling goodbyes
My bearing cross
To disease am bound
Disillusion of lost
Was in fact too found
A journey of years
Fortunes now seen
The quell of fears
Hope wills serene
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You'll be pleased to know that I had to look up one of those words...
Yes, but did you like it? (I'm never satisfied, am I?)
Because I don't really know what it means, I like it.
Because I had to look up 'vacillation', I like it.
Because it should be a song (the last stanza is the chorus, I think), I like it.
Because 'extention' is not a word, I like it. ;)
LOL, baby. I'm such a pain in the ass huh? Love you.
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