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[pianistsemotion]

my bed is drenched with a salty taste
and so much remains
of what i dont want to remember
a cry for mercy and joy
and you deliver
excedingly and willingly
because i need you
and i need love
love?
yes, and i need you
because you are love

oh, oh how this feeling and thought
of disgust and filth covers my skin
and so much of it comes from the things that i hate
its what i hate that makes me a hypocrite
I need to remember the values i respect
and the morals that make me who i am
because without these things i believe in
I am nothing. Or more of everything
that i dont want to be.
so the changes ahead will be my guide
to where i know is the right place
for me to rest well, knowing that everything
is how it should be and that my works
are good and meaningful