Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

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There is only the darkness and I, riveting the daytime,
Eating away the bitter parts of what I am.
Another dose of the silent treatment will
Render these moments ruined. And I'm to blame.

Many tears have been shed over you, has it been worth it?
Even the sky begins to leak when you set things wrong.

Already has the silence worn me down, worn me to
Pieces, the fragment of even bigger broken pieces.
Awkward moments detail the
Ruination that we've suffered and who's to
Tell if we will ever be well again.

June 5, 2006
Suge


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