Gaps running deep and shreakin begging for closeness
Tiny faceless glass mirrors hangin on the wall by a thread
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Terminal degree stuck livin life on a standard level decreasing
Each breath unfazed through the pain
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Untitled Feelings
Gaps running deep and shreakin begging for closeness
Tiny faceless glass mirrors hangin on the wall by a thread
Craving the same old and slippping back into equal thoughts of heavy silence and chatter
Gathered feelings framing a glow in the wall where it caved in
Fading and never speaking up to change and fix things
Can a spark grasp you like how sane paranoid whispers fill your small head
Laughing little jokers and look how you climbed in worthless little feet so you lay heavy on the pedistal
Prize winning trophy for people who sit with cracked laughs and smiles waiting to chime in
Roses sleep and decay perfect and gray living to surely die in a vase they could not choose to reside but forced to accept the sunlight as it shines while the clouds move away like all flowers winter soon arrives.