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Alone
"Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym." (Stephen King) Prose or poetry.
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Wishes (The Grown-Up Version//cliff notes remix) feat. “Us”
To know you
Get to that place
Where no one else can go.
To visit you there
Hold your feelings
Side by side
Fight for our lives.
Be a little less
Empty inside.
Can't cure our broken bits
Will still come up short
As we tally our hits
Wronged by the miss.
But in an instant
Hope finds an instance
Meet your eyes
No words
As our Souls reflect.
My wish
That solid Truth
You have me
And I have you.
Around us
The Universe swarms
Vast is the darkness
Cold and unknown.
But never again
Will we be unfound
And alone.