World Drought

Southsense

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Once you've quenched my heart, now few drops of passion are remaining. Keep pretending it is all a game.

Craving what once had and we lost by only feeling empty, imitating what i've shown to them.

We're all in word drought, all said, nothing ever done.
Missing large amounts of tolerance, withdrawing from us.

Hardly getting by, words are gone and so is understanding. Keep pretending and repeating lies.

Was I flooded with thoughts forming rivers of communication? My fixations dried those rivers whole.

We're all in word drought, all said, nothing ever done.
Missing large amounts of tolerance, withdrawing from us.

Once you've quenched my heard, now few drops of passion are remaining. Keep pretending it is all a game