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That moment, late at night.
when i see that humanity indeed is doomed, over here and over there.
one curse softer than another,
in all the kinds that may exist.
but i assure you,
with no doubt.
we were doomed by ourselves,
what we call human kind.
a blade with two sides
that trusts no one.
may you seek salvation,
that's the best you can do.
as you run and run,
you see this whole time, it's been you.
don't hold your tears,
may they heal you.
see what you've done,
and feel the consequence.
what else you can do?
take responsibility.
may the heavens that are lifted,
wave a strength falling like shooting stars.
pieces like a mirror, opening your eyes.
i may see you.
not yours, not mine.
we hold on together, wherever i get to see you.
take me away, when i see the mirror inside you.
song play a song,
ancient and old,
like a home.
a cup of tea in the door,
fragile, as it is,
time just awaits its breaking.
take the lens,
play with the colors and shades.
pieces and pieces,
shall they all be,
what life once meant to be.
when i see that humanity indeed is doomed, over here and over there.
one curse softer than another,
in all the kinds that may exist.
but i assure you,
with no doubt.
we were doomed by ourselves,
what we call human kind.
a blade with two sides
that trusts no one.
may you seek salvation,
that's the best you can do.
as you run and run,
you see this whole time, it's been you.
don't hold your tears,
may they heal you.
see what you've done,
and feel the consequence.
what else you can do?
take responsibility.
may the heavens that are lifted,
wave a strength falling like shooting stars.
pieces like a mirror, opening your eyes.
i may see you.
not yours, not mine.
we hold on together, wherever i get to see you.
take me away, when i see the mirror inside you.
song play a song,
ancient and old,
like a home.
a cup of tea in the door,
fragile, as it is,
time just awaits its breaking.
take the lens,
play with the colors and shades.
pieces and pieces,
shall they all be,
what life once meant to be.
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poetry by myself to myself when i feel like typing verses~
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