Unfinished 3: Hope To Hold On

​Severed lines;
The hope we still hold on,
Faded out;
Nothing they say can wait,
Lost beneath my shield;
And they’ve just been throwing knives
Take to the stage your make up;
Leave behind what you’re made of,
And make sense until the crowd makes sense in losing you;

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