Yet again it slips my hand,
Yet again I've failed to grasp my chance for eternity,
Yet again have I sacrifice Aphrodite's Blessing.
Dwelling in the midst of gloominess;
I've found hope in the looming darkness;
Whether it may seems like an act of ignorance;
It means eternity to me, in a not so loving blissfulness.
For you,
Can I ask to be your closest friend?
A hope that I may still retain.
Never again will long for deeper.
Desert me not, I'm still wandering.
You're my healing hands, for a growing wound.
I'm yours...
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