Can you be expanded without being manhandled and sanded?
Are you here to stay or have you reached abandonment?
I see you been handling things between scenes of excuse not knowing I refuse to lose.
The suffering is still buffering and views aren't getting clearer.
It appears the good die young and the evil prosper.
I come to you open and vulnerable hoping to rise others.
Eyes in the sky with my feet on the ground I have found you.
Prayers to reach a universe worth fixing I'm wishing you the best.

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