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Alone
"Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym." (Stephen King) Prose or poetry.
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Beccawaits

Wishes (The Grown-Up Version//cliff notes remix) feat. “Us”

To know you

Get to that place

Where no one else can go.

To visit you there

Hold your feelings

Side by side

Fight for our lives.

Be a little less

Empty inside.

Can't cure our broken bits

Will still come up short

As we tally our hits

Wronged by the miss.

But in an instant

Hope finds an instance

Meet your eyes

No words

As our Souls reflect.

My wish

That solid Truth

You have me

And I have you.

Around us

The Universe swarms

Vast is the darkness

Cold and unknown.

But never again

Will we be unfound

And alone.