Breathe with a thousand sighs
Look at myself
Just like you
The difference is co-incidence
Yet they say co-incidences don't excist
Harmonicly out of tune
A thousand miles out of tune
But further from the creator
Closer to death and everything from earth
Yet I'm not standing on earth but more on thin ice
Another crack, I found in my ears
Yet they are closed, to not hear the voice trying to save me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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