Category: Wax Poetic
Sir Ender
He’s there when you falter. He’s there when you lose. He’s there before it’s over. He’s there when hope is gone. But when you go to call his name, "I, Surrender" was you all along.
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To everyone and anyone The empty arms are as small as The earth in the astros To empathize altogether With my total exhaust of animation Would be the extent of absolution For nothing I thought ever appeared And all my dreams took escape from their attendant And left me with these empty arms.
One day.
One day, I’m going to hurt you. Even if I don’t know who you are. Even if I don’t mean to. I won’t mean to hurt you. Even if was thinking about it. Even if I’m mad at you. It might be emotional pain. May be physical too… Or in place of; it’s hard to [...]



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