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Who can say how it goes?

I’m all out of ideas here. And I can’t stand to see you this way.

What do you expect from me?

For I have nothing left to give to you.

My mind is fleeting now.

I can’t hold on to your reality.

There is no time left, none for you anyways.

No time from me,

My love is gone.

I’m no longer capable of being strong.

And you can no longer feel me,

For I am but the vapor that flies around you,

The sad, harsh knowledge that you don’t belong.

And nothing out of the darkness will save your soul now.