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my friend
02:52
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maybe it's biology that makes me feel like giving up. maybe it's common sense for me to want to be alone again. there isn't much of a plan for when you're gone. i'm standing still silently praying for my head and heart to start back up again. stuck between upsetting dreams. maybe this is where i'll die. decomposition seems like the life i'm born to live again. the fear inside me eats away what's left of you, so i'll hold on tight for as long as i can, again, my friend.
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everyone will know my face and i cannot retrace the different paths that i walk down to get to my own doorway now. the more i'm out, the less i'm into all the things i once did. it's fading out and i rush into this empty vessel of a dream. this restless body, leave it alone. i'm waiting for you by the phone and it's been raining for several days while you've been gone away. the seasons change quite so swiftly. the leaves pile high to see me. and here i am stuck between my skin, my eyes, and my heart beat. this restless body, leave it alone. i'm waiting for you by the phone and it's been raining for several days while you've been gone away.
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nothing it waved back
03:41
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the moon hangs low over the mountains, over the hills. and now everything is still and suspended by ghosts who never learned to say goodbye. nothing it waved back and forward it marches. the earth moved at an impossible speed destroying everything below. and you and me, we're not the same person. and this is how it began. the oceans bubbled out from the floor. the mountains floated down off the sky and nothing looked back at me and i smiled back.
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and i wonder why that is
03:58
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they never really go away, do they, all the old haunts and the open door? sinking into all the things we love like an anchor tossed to the ocean floor. i never really know the words to say about the hardest things we've ever faced. its funny how the little ones always form a block inside and we stay in place. and i wonder why that is. i always seem to hold my breath silent like a vacant lot or an empty room. now i'm driving all around for some reason but i lost that meaning long too soon. and i wonder why that is. now i can see we're dividing, disintegrating from the bottom up. it's different now because i'm aware, but it never really feels like that's enough and i wonder why that is
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a ghost with my name
04:37
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...and this is how it happened, a ghost with my name. it happened when i walked down the street heading home. the darkness came and drowned me whole, wrapped up tight. and for one brief moment, i laughed, let it go.
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