When the sun dies on streets dry unforgotten the morning rain.
With the sun and all candles gone how can you tell in shadows you dwell?

Before the upward fall, I stared at a wall,
took what I could get: staring at silhouettes.

We are a problem pretending to be a solution and regardless being burdened with devotion and the motion of emotion, all the good intensions we happen to malfunction.

If you deny me the chance to apolopgize I'll end this life as a sacrifice, to be forgiven and condone myself. To be condoned and forgive myself.

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