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a shadow that looms ever present in the distance, a soul lost beyond the grasp of all conscious thought
where are your bearings today, the tears dont evaporate they collect in whats left of your heart, a stinging reminder of what isnt but should be, in a place where no one can reach you,lower than one can travel in a positive state of mind without their head exploding and all that is them bleeding out, its to dark to know where the edge lay, the air too thickly still to know that youve fallen, when things dont just fall apart they turn to sand and pollen and travel to places youve never dreamed to exist and when u get there you have to comb through to figure out whose pollen and sand belongs to who and how much of it you want back, if you cut my heart in half like a tree can you count how many times ive died inside and how many times its been of your doing
where are your bearings today, the tears dont evaporate they collect in whats left of your heart, a stinging reminder of what isnt but should be, in a place where no one can reach you,lower than one can travel in a positive state of mind without their head exploding and all that is them bleeding out, its to dark to know where the edge lay, the air too thickly still to know that youve fallen, when things dont just fall apart they turn to sand and pollen and travel to places youve never dreamed to exist and when u get there you have to comb through to figure out whose pollen and sand belongs to who and how much of it you want back, if you cut my heart in half like a tree can you count how many times ive died inside and how many times its been of your doing