Empty handed I walk alone dreading this anticipation.
And everyday I deflect myself from our conversations.
The future is rising with each steady beat of my heart.
But what's near and approaching is what I dire to start.
I don't desire to look back on what is ancient and gone.
What I've done once before has yet to exist withdrawn.
I'm eager to envision this anonymous and unknown world.
Impatient and anxious I restrain from the nothingness heard.
I'll cut you out; large distances between your mouth and your brain.
And the blur and misunderstanding will take away my pain.
You will become vulnerable and encounter weakness.
And your lips will tell me the things you couldn't confess.
So for all the lies you've spoken, here is your pain.
It is now only passion and truth that remains.
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