steam vents and blimps

Long road , short stay.

Pain that grows

never goes away.

for we have fallen

we are numb

time has stopped

so we have succumbed

to flourishing deeds

to times sake past

we will march on

till it lasts, it lasts

have you heard the saying

have you heard the words

for noone stops

before the hearth

of time.

stretch your feet, stretch a neck

we will come to end we will finish our track

so many farewells none were said in vain

as everyone we meet will be gone, the moment

we stop embracing their pain.

so let me write this last word and words of vanity

dont feel shame for your sanity~

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