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It’s thirteen thirty four in the afternoon, and you’ve left me all alone, in a building where the walls hide secrets that lie inside. There’s a difference in the air, or in your hair, but I guess it doesn’t matter, when you’re floating on your cloud, looking down, at everything you’ve ever loved and lost. It’s [...] Slip, slip away, remnants of a shattered distraction plague my mind today. The sun still rises but it seems hollow inside, devoid of the heat that warms my soul. Perhaps it’s the rain, perhaps it’s the same, perhaps I should stop talking in paradoxical lines. I know the day will save me, but that thought [...] Seven thirty four, I dream of you knocking at my door, |
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