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[insanemuse]

we must play our lives like soldiers in the field
but life is short i'm running faster all the time
strength and beauty destined to decay
so cut the rose in full bloom

'til the fearless come and the act is done
a love like blood, a love like blood

everyday through all frustration and despair
love and hate fight with burning hearts
'til legends live and man is god again
(and self-preservation rules the day no more)

we must dream of promised lands and fields
that never fade in season
as we move towards no end we learn to die
red tears are shed on grey

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I hate being one of those empty-shell people.
I look in the mirror and I don't see me anymore.
Something isn't right, something went wrong somehow along the way.

When did my reflection shatter?
When did I change?

I try to figure out the void, but everything is dostorted through the shattered shards.

The darkness grows without stopping, why?
When did I become an empty shell?
Will I ever recognize myself again?

How can you expect to help me when you don't understand what it's like to be at war with yourself?

I'm afraid.