I’m hurry.. As the soul dies, soldiers are fading inside of me,
                                                                           wasting their time on me..
   Blinking alone, sewing
                            a swing
                              of smile,
                           selling me,
falling, leaving in denial, faking my lies...

Suddenly I'm not here.
Get quiet.
Go on.


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