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Can you feel it?
Can you really feel it?
The immense pain
That sears through your heart
The blood that trickles down your skin
Pouring from the gapping wound
By your own hand,
Or someone else’s?
No one would ever know.
But maybe only you
But would you ever confess
Probably not.
Does anyone even care?
Do you think anyone even cares?
The immense sadness
That fills your heart
The darkness that surrounds you
Filling you up inside
Does it scare you
Or is it comfort?
No one would ever know.
But maybe only you
But would you ever confess?
Probably not.
Can you see?
Can you truly see?
The immense sorrow
That surrounds the world and all the hearts
The difference between reality
And myth, as well as fiction
Are you trapped?
Or are you free?
No one can tell.
Not even you
You are trapped as well.
Absolutely Falling.
Can you really feel it?
The immense pain
That sears through your heart
The blood that trickles down your skin
Pouring from the gapping wound
By your own hand,
Or someone else’s?
No one would ever know.
But maybe only you
But would you ever confess
Probably not.
Does anyone even care?
Do you think anyone even cares?
The immense sadness
That fills your heart
The darkness that surrounds you
Filling you up inside
Does it scare you
Or is it comfort?
No one would ever know.
But maybe only you
But would you ever confess?
Probably not.
Can you see?
Can you truly see?
The immense sorrow
That surrounds the world and all the hearts
The difference between reality
And myth, as well as fiction
Are you trapped?
Or are you free?
No one can tell.
Not even you
You are trapped as well.
Absolutely Falling.
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