You grabbed my hand, as we walked down the valley of the tarnished. Soulful windows path through the gate of your imaginative splendor. You need not worry, and be careful of what you might see. It sampled your sanity, sipping on the cup of incompetence and in your black heart it bleeds for you don’t see it. Gazing at the one eye, through the smaller pear and ocean floors. It was lost within you, the spirit of any sort of worth was gone for all time. It fell onto you to act accordingly, to simply be what you were taught once prior. But that wasn’t the word, it was no longer optional. You had to find another way back, and something about it wasn’t worth the fight anymore.
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