Statistic
ballistic; perturbed by the fluttering
of air; despair. the light
has been disturbed
cracked open wide, with strength
released the tide.
no more time to hide. no more
feelings that haven't been cried.
you lied, behind my shoulder
died.
something has changed, the
world around us grown colder,
harder to walk through.
to something, i wanted, i wished-
i seem to have tainted,
fainted & missed
too much.
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