everyday i feel
close to ends
if i try
doors to begin
i dont want it
so i see
this is me
how did it come
this way to be
this is me
*and dont try to pretend
*that im ok
*let me fall away
*fall so hard
find sweetness in salt
taste it all away
nothing left for us
slowly drift away
we find
darkness in light
hatred between eyes
peices fall to the floor
broken by the ground
too late
*and i wont try to pretend
*that its ok
*let us fall away
*fall so hard, and feel it float away
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