forever
a fault of tongue has made the air grow thinner
and suddently
I don't remember the eyes that reflect back at me
perhaps it's too soon to yell
but I've been here before
with each new visit feeling longer than the last
i start to feel like this is the place I belong to
destined to reside
in a hell I've created
and come to rest in each time
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