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[breathheavy]

The irrevocable silence of distinguished scholars.
Nothing creates something when its left undone
Its sad how the past creates our future
I will be the first to admit
When you never showed it
Oh how we collapsed under pressure
How you fell in the fissure
And how you broke my favorite picture
A heart
At least have the indecency to confiscate your morals
Create a neo chronological order
Assume the way they act is the way they clutter their thoughts
The way they shuttle their knots
The way they die in cots