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A Sight to Withhold
Precious, yet brittle like a fiddle.
Delicate, frail, alas cracked in the middle.
Riddled by plagues, plagued by a riddle.
Critically acclaimed yet worshipped by little.
Pill popper's delight. Stage fright amongst a
plethora of other might be reason why to be
bothered by losing plenty sight on this fortnite.
Smothered.
Ballistic provisions. Canon-like fodder.
Apparently parentless, fatherless mothers.
Currently currency-blessed, call me Dollar.
Urgently triggered like mercury, son-of-a...
High roller.
Diet Cola.
Sugar is your cocaine-deprived patroller.
Follow my voice despite pain.
Follow my Royce up my lane.
Follow-up choices remain.
Followed by horses through rain.
Sanity was the place you thought you craved.
Serenity was a fable purposely misplaced.
Neither way is right or wrong,
life is like your all-time favourite song.
Best be proud of what you did ánd didn't do.
Messed up shrouds are what're killing you.
Silent or loud, powered by flawed sounds,
portrayed by siren-wielding crowds are best
left allowed.
I'm telling you.
I'm telling me.
A tale is best preserved by novelty.
Delicate, frail, alas cracked in the middle.
Riddled by plagues, plagued by a riddle.
Critically acclaimed yet worshipped by little.
Pill popper's delight. Stage fright amongst a
plethora of other might be reason why to be
bothered by losing plenty sight on this fortnite.
Smothered.
Ballistic provisions. Canon-like fodder.
Apparently parentless, fatherless mothers.
Currently currency-blessed, call me Dollar.
Urgently triggered like mercury, son-of-a...
High roller.
Diet Cola.
Sugar is your cocaine-deprived patroller.
Follow my voice despite pain.
Follow my Royce up my lane.
Follow-up choices remain.
Followed by horses through rain.
Sanity was the place you thought you craved.
Serenity was a fable purposely misplaced.
Neither way is right or wrong,
life is like your all-time favourite song.
Best be proud of what you did ánd didn't do.
Messed up shrouds are what're killing you.
Silent or loud, powered by flawed sounds,
portrayed by siren-wielding crowds are best
left allowed.
I'm telling you.
I'm telling me.
A tale is best preserved by novelty.
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