In the black hole which I fall, That I once thought was deep, I now know is endless. With bliss I am repeatedly tempted After I think the decision of solitude is made And with that I can stand But the transformation is unbearable. As I ask myself how I could have been so foolish, I know the answer in my empty heart. It longs for understanding and now I tell it, "It shall never be satisfied." For this mind, it is impossible Then I walk with no purpose, Hanging on by a string, thinking of the Multiple chances of happiness my past had Then barely fell through. If I could be alone with noone to hurt I could then live without confusion or deceit. In my long life I have opened many doors. Behind each was dissapointment. I say beyond each is the same But I am clearly sure that I will Only be tempted to open more. Unfairness amoung us I find more of each era Perfection is fiction, when I search, I suffer.Birth sign: Pisces
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