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I'm sinking through the surface of quicksand.
your my only crack, and im in desperate need of a plug. Cause no matter how hard i try to cover it up, everything still's gonna come spilling out all over the place, a perfect plethera of lies and reflective looking glass shards with your face all over them. I can remember the times that you laughed in the face of reality, and shrugged off every pound of weight that rested on your shoulders, and became a magnet for your own dignity, attracting every bit to your body.
but, my gosh i wish i was that attraction.
your my only crack, and im in desperate need of a plug. Cause no matter how hard i try to cover it up, everything still's gonna come spilling out all over the place, a perfect plethera of lies and reflective looking glass shards with your face all over them. I can remember the times that you laughed in the face of reality, and shrugged off every pound of weight that rested on your shoulders, and became a magnet for your own dignity, attracting every bit to your body.
but, my gosh i wish i was that attraction.