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Your face, fading silver.
Waiting lonelier.
Losing ground but falling deeper.
My impression of a promise.
[Whispers to a loathing heart.Miracles of misery.There wasn't time, fade in.A well-meant lie.]
No faith, you're failing me.
Waiting, i am consumed.
Losing hope the hours run down and down.
Leaving i am dry and worn.
Misfortune, it whispers.
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