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Imagine breathing in,

What if you left all the swears behind?

What happens in the end?

What matters are the sins that casted by,

Life seems,

Like nothing in those dreams.

All we'll ever be,

Are nomads in this scene.

Lasted through the doubt.

Finally room for our faith here.

I've been hallow since,

But I will never choke.

I won't choke.

Pain felt through the those sheets.

All the dreams,

Are felt between. Us.

Life can only mean,

Hardly anything.

If our hallutions are only delusions.

We should leave this illusion.