the only rest and dark the only infinitely lonely and cruel gift that psychosis has to offer. I am her to learn to bear the beams of love, what else Bells through the leaves, I am here to endure the bells tolling underground Like you a guest, a ghost here Everything will be forgotten And either I am too alone or I am not alone enough to make each moment holy (No one bats 1,000, friend no one bats 500) And I have heard God's silence like the sun and sought to change Now P m just going to listen to the silence till the Silence.
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