Dear John, It's artist against creation and a saint will die tonight.
I chose a life in the wrong shoes and tonight I end it all like light.
A long road to follow in just the wrong shoes, I think it's time to kill all the remaining blues.
I'll pass on the bread let's skip to the steel.
I know this isn't fantasies this is real.
So like a fuse shortened to end my sorrow and torment will fade like the pages that you have read.
And so happiness trailed off the story of life. And we can't follow anymore. This is the note. Your last story told. Goodbye to earth. Hello to clouds.
-Your and Heart and Mind
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