There -. Where -. The wind cuts crevices through a mountain, by time only sand will remain -. Something -. Sometimes -. Shades your soul, you committed treason, but for no specific reasons, this happened in the worst of seasons -. Beware -. Before -. It is too late, the truth can set you as free as one lie, what is your fate if what was lost can never be up for debate -. Sign -. Time -. Is the count by the hand to the hour, into tomorrow and just beyond today, sentenced to life, you are dead and i am alive, what is the depth in which shallow can dive -. Once -. Twice -. You were told, by the pain in your heart, when will the bleeding stop, when will you finally have had enough. Stop. Think. Act.
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