How many times does your face have to be hit as you turned it
away,
before you stop pretending you don't notice?
How much pain must you endure, before you smile freely?
If you're going to accept defeat again, still bound by rusted
chains,
With your voice strained and your hands gripping tightly,
Waiting for the time when your destiny is sure to change,
With the faint power of a tiny love,
Always waiting for your sadness to be embraced.
Pitiful frauds working their puzzles of lies,
Foolish romanticists who gracefully entertain with clumsiness,
And the premonition of the coming of the day when history will
tell you nothing,
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evilsiletto
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