An Emotionally Lethargic Seeker of Sorts
i am listening to this song
there will never be another you
tears roll down my face slowly
i remember the look on her face
i recall the eerie quiet
i will never forget wishing that she could have died peacefully and painlessly
i am listening to to this song
there will never be another you
the rain begins to fall
the wind begins to cry
the sky cannot contain her dark emotions
things will never be the same in this frigid world of monotony
i am listening to this song
there will never be another you
a trip sounds so good right now
reality and the situation within is speaking way louder
instead, i decide to go and park someplace quiet and undisturbed
this is the only place i feel like being a seeker of today
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