these days seem like nothing but slow suicide
but only from the inside.
...
to sit here and breathe in a
syncopated rythem
so seemingly simple
yet so hard...
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somehow i allways knew
ever since you first took my hand
that we could never be
...
my heart yerns for the simple things in life
back when you could pretend and then be you
and play
'just like kidengarten'
...
sorry i never said goodbye
sorry i never loved you
sorry i died not knowing if you loved me
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i see you out there in bright colors
but what you don't realize is that i see through your
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