destiny
desolate pit of anxiety and sadness
still descending into madness
Still searching for what's on my mind
I cut off and my friends but they don't mind
found my passion and I'm still fuckin blind
opposite directions but still intertwined
look to the sky but don't ask why
won't like the answer, hung out to dry
still can't cry
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