The emptiness inside increases the sense of
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isolation that inspires death
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I can not escape this need for silence within
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my soul
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Nothing has the equivalent power than the lure
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of a breathless state of being
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I fantasize that when I exhale their shall be no
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return of air into my lungs and my mind will be
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quiet and still
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No more anxiety, fear or loneliness
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I contemplate what would be worse
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Another second without you?
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Or to never see you again?
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It is this psychological dilemma that keeps me in
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a constant state of intolerable suspension
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only surrendering quietly into peace when you
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are present
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I yearn for these passing moments in time when
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I am with you that always seem to brief
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And then a return to the contemplation
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What is easier?
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Death or love
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Death Or Love?
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| Matt Zane |
