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[goldenprize]

i am at the end of my rope.
and it is getting harder and harder to hold on.

i'm pulled to the black silver ocean
where the current and the heavens collide
you are the brick
i am so unpredictable
led by the current, away
your solid state is so necessary
for those who stray
you were the navigator who never could lead
we were lost in the silver sea
i was the ship who was too proud to ever sink
i am your thought but the water's amnesia
my name's on the tip of your tongue
my image is slipping
while your memory is gripping
this is my breath in your lungs

for history's sake WOULD YOU PLEASE TAKE NOTICE?