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The lonely light bulb in the hall radiates my retinas dry as i try to look away from the shadows it amplifies all around me, reflecting the one inside.
The one that's been eating at the crumbs of my last remaining force, as i lay devoid of a purpose on a dirty tile floor.

And i can swear, though i can't speak, that i had plans and i was somewhat happy at some distant point in time. A point that i can't seem to reach.
The one that's been eating at the crumbs of my last remaining force, as i lay devoid of a purpose on a dirty tile floor.

Running dry. Rotting away. No will to even try.
Running dry. Rotting away. No will to try. Nothing to say.
And i can swear, though i can't speak, that i had plans and i was somewhat happy at some distant point in time.
Some time in history.

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from Devoid Of A Purpose, released August 1, 2018
Words by Frank.

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