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Offered the chance to be saved yet I miss. It is beautiful. So leave me, leave me this way as the sun fails to shine and the earth begins to gray. This is my love, this is my reason. Lost without hope and force fed by false truth. This may make little sense or maybe none at all but how can I express what I think when my words are a jumbled mess... always a mess. Fault, blame, caution... what do these matter? I will let this sigh die off my lips, this breath complete but my heart will not beat. It has yet to beat not once in this life not once in this world never in front of you. This clouded soul will remain like the emptiness in my eyes will be substained. My pleads fade to whispers and those whispers fade to air. That air will be taken and nothing will remain or maybe nothing ever was...