Disease from Only Yourself by Ronnie Reams

So we sit and wait as time takes its place. Left to find what we can't escape. In time this all shall be erased. For those who take and never make. Leaving others dry and to ache but I can't relate taking water from the well leaving all to break. Found to be at unease. Legs feeling weak. Calling out my love or another disease. Surrounding wanting to fill. Time has collapse before our heels. Changing perspectives and ideals. Never really knowing what has been revealed. So sit and wait as time takes its place. Left to find what we can't escape. Stone turns to dust and all shall be erased.

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