What is left, when words lose their meaning?
Where are we when we lose our sense of time?
Do we lose our place when we turn the page,
Do you miss me, too?
Faith, falling out of place.
Redemption is to ugly to face.
In the scheme of things...
I missed my cue.
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yo i hears ya
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