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[m10878]

i stand
on my thrown of happiness
through the medication
and broken glass
how long
can it last

half past myself
and inside whats left
of what i could be
to see to believe
what i am should never be

tracing my open wounds
i call my past
it all fades so fast
what i want
can never last

all i knew
day to day
wastes away
if i leave i die inside
but staying is not my paradise

embracing our past
mandates the fear of our future