heyyyy Buddy.
bite the fucking curb.
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i don't even see it anymore
a face
a smile
a form
to have
to hold
no eyes to lose myself in
no loss for words these days
no voice to draw my mind away
from that which "must be done"
i cannot place my thoughts these days
too tired to move and wasting away
no matter how healthy i seem in the sun
i'm a wreck by the light of the moon
walking as late as my body will wake
i keep words in my chest
rather than speaking them
i feel so far from that which i want
i couldn't say
what i want anyway
it's all so far from me
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