"A whole life just learning how to breath
if i could finally kneel down
i would let the pace of time freeze
A whole life carring the candle through the breeze
A whole life promising you again that i would sit on that cushion
if i could simply sink down anything could happen
as i´d slow my pulse to none
So you offered me a meal of mutness
on the floor while eyes became lips"
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