I can set my sights as far as I can see and know that you are still waiting with me.
My faults could be sprawled across the skies and erasing them would not be worth the tries.
Loving me comes with so much anguish and battle stands… Yet you rest in comfort within these pain inflicting hands…
Pains seems to come with my affections. I just plea to you; I’m sorry, please continue to battle with my rejections.
For my sights are set as far as I can see; and in the horizon, the morning sun is setting for you and me.
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