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everybody is despondent
02:50
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lie awake at night and wait for the time to think about my life, and what it has lead to.
i miss my friends, i wish i could see them.
falling down, no way back up.
you can find me stiff, past the staircase.
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sunlit hallways
03:17
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talking about growing up, as time has passed, there is still the past i am running from.
you'll never know where i'm coming from, all friends go missing.
i'll never know, because our paths never crossed again, because they rarely stick through 'til the end.
we'll never speak again is what repeats in my head.
by the way you were looking down, and then you walked away all alone.
now you're on your own.
i fear to write that all the fiction fits.
i read it,but the ending was too long.
onto your next fix,and you never made it out.
by the way, they found your body. i hope you're some place, fulfilled and happy.
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the plot
03:53
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trees with no leaves, lowlit and broken.
i woke up alone, i swore i had no legs, and it haunts me still.
shoulders bent away. you’re miserable, but i was there first.
everything has been figured out , except how to live.
emptiness is just the result of complacence.
a pit of nothing acts the way that i do.
our routine is just as bleak as our despondence.
feelings dont phase me, they faded long ago.
you can’t forget, apathy is easier...
you can't forget that.
there is no beauty here at all.
i feel hollow, and you're dead inside.
nothing more than contempt or resentment.
we'll never be who we were.
my disdain pushed everybody away,but you stayed and you hate me for it.
still, you can't forget apathy is easier than resilience.
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being and nothingness
03:28
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thats when you realized that you were on your own,
with nothing but a bottle and and an overcoat.
you’d give anything to feel at home.
stayed at the overpass. you prayed just to rest your knees.
no time for dreams. you cant sleep but thats quite alright.
we all thought that you were dead.
when you last wrote, you had said when we last spoke, that you felt dead...
“summers were wonderful, i can’t help thinking that they’ve grown stagnant, so depleted, and so down and out.
when they sky feels like its falling
and my soul is so much further than here.
when i wake up, i find a place to push it and pull it.
it’s too cold to sleep in here.all you know is, when you’ve hollowed out your own chest, there is nothing there.”
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titled suns go turning
00:57
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leaving.
03:07
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this home is broken and i feel dull.
i need something to believe in,or a way out,
like a noose tied to a railing,or light.
you always hear that, if you dangle long enough...
you start to dream and your heart breaks.
but you’d like a second chance, to regain your footing, hold onto your youth.
but you can’t, because the hardest part of living is life.
even at death you're filled with regret. you've been trying,but still can't get rid of it.
the saddest part is that i couldn’t understand,
that the hardest part of life is living.
if i’d known from the start, i wouldn’t.
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