I saw the world sleep peacefully
As I sucked in every feeling
From the tense, stubborn air
I’ll sit here, cross-legged
Watching the fabricated men die
I’ll cover my eyes to the deaths
Nobody’s hands are big enough
To hold me close as I weep
I might as well lock myself in
Please make the most of this;
My best, emptiest, blank stare
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