while this remains in me throughout each day
my chosen words had not once yet expressed
nor touched upon the things i wish to say
i'll bleed my heart beyond that peaking test
so i may mark undyingly within
about the truth i've always longed to know
quite far before my life shall wear too thin
deep in this book is where i'll pour my soul
my chosen words had not once yet expressed
nor touched upon the things i wish to say
i'll bleed my heart beyond that peaking test
so i may mark undyingly within
about the truth i've always longed to know
quite far before my life shall wear too thin
deep in this book is where i'll pour my soul
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