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The Need

This strange need, this urge
To go somewhere for naught

When I get there, there's no scourge
Just stars, in the sky forever caught

When will I find rest
Maybe never

Will I pass the test
Not ever

I will die someday, alone and sad
But I won't mind the heartbreak

For when oblivion comes, I'll be glad
Leave my empty soul to ache




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Publicerad 2012-08-03 02:11



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