Who know what you left out
Postscript the torn up piece
We all leave evidence behind
I'm tracing your sadness in these lines
Images were rising beyond their original meanings on there
Your belief that yourself exists
In resisting only showed your soul
Maybe you needed more than this
Maybe you needed more than this
Desire for the reasons of existence only causing conflicts
Is this what drove your writing hand
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Driven to "go beyond" and persuaded "not that way"
Can't stop worrying over that your impulse's future
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