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I loved the way I didn't care..in a love that doesn't care, doesn't care to know what it feels
I misplaced the feeling of love somewhere
life felt long, the emotional stretching device, put on the shelf
I didn't care to know, so I didn't know
caring was a spun wheel, sickening cyclical stunted sputtering empty words staining the pure white of my hopeful heart
back to crying about nothing again, reality as thin as writing paper, a boring idea of non belief, all of the experiments of experience thrown into cold soup,force feeing myself the memories to feel my old self near again, trying to grasp the idea of being involved in what is "now" , did something happen? did it ever happen? as detached and lonely from myself as a handprint on my photograph.
I misplaced the feeling of love somewhere
life felt long, the emotional stretching device, put on the shelf
I didn't care to know, so I didn't know
caring was a spun wheel, sickening cyclical stunted sputtering empty words staining the pure white of my hopeful heart
back to crying about nothing again, reality as thin as writing paper, a boring idea of non belief, all of the experiments of experience thrown into cold soup,force feeing myself the memories to feel my old self near again, trying to grasp the idea of being involved in what is "now" , did something happen? did it ever happen? as detached and lonely from myself as a handprint on my photograph.