i don't know what i've done
i don't know what i've lost
i don't know who i am
i don't know how i could stand
all i know is i should
i've hardly been outside my dice
i've hardly been screwed those empty boxes
i've stand out the blood
i've burned my kidneys which is going out of my body
but i haven't know how it goes
they weren't there
they weren't here
they weren't us
they weren't me
they were them
waiting for the train
waiting for the time
waiting for the book
waiting for them, blank of what i wouldn't say
wait, it's not the words
i'll be here. waiting for you
waiting for the words
waiting for our words
then we make our world
New classic love story
-Riphat
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