Butterflies pounding on the walls of my stomach My heart beat rises , but my voice grows lighter The light coming into my soul seems darkened by the sadness of my heart My eyes are drenched with liquid sorrow as my pulse drops Left in the lurch : deserted but not abandoned for gloom still
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“And when the hourglass has run out, the hourglass of temporality, when the noise of secular life has grown silent and its restless or ineffectual activism has come to an end, when everything around you is still, as it is in eternity, then eternity asks you and every individual in these millions and millions about
I never believed that need would arise That a day would come when I would consider it the final moment To be aware of pain, but ignoring it all for the gain To be seated in a white room,without expectation but spoken to with hesitation To come to understand hopelessness To be the understudy of
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