Desperate eyes grasp the crescent of time. Heaven sighs over the blessed skies kept inside desolate signs. Forever is mine, frozen together inside the pressures of my mind. My precious pride has weathered in strides taking the high road. Least that's the way I go; never to die. Sever the ties. Make a blind fold; It's better for the eyes. Destiny's primed. Awake. Let your mind go.
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