The Razor's Edge
Endlessly alone, these lonely emotions do flow in a torrent. Hopeless, fruitless, pointless, is my existence. Lost and found only to be once again lost. Together apart for all times. Pain go away, puzzle be solved. Oh, to embrace the relief that this razor's edge does provide. I do grow cold, I do grow weak, I am now getting my release. Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 03:32 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Endlessly alone, ..."