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Till you know the softness of rocks and feebleness of mountains Till you know hardness behind watery concrete
Sometimes, I hope Because sometimes That is the only thing to do I hope that you will be forgotten Forgotten in the dust I kicked up Running from you I hope no one can see you through
Nothing is awesome Wait, let me clarify Annihilation can blossom Naught, blank, nix, zero, zip Nothing can be awesome As a new perspective starts to flip Archimedes rejects,
We're the place holder. We're the purposeless boulder. We’re just another variable in the equation. We take many things into contemplation. We’re just one number that’s all.
The sun was shining bright The morning he was alive The sun suddenly set At the time the soldier died The grass all around Is crimson with blood The child walks through With a crooked smile
I am the hunter, she is the bird. I reach and reach but cannot hold. Opporunity is her name. She flaps her wings and flies away. I hit my head, again and again. On the cold hard ground in pure frustration.