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Unfamiliar Ceiling
01:16
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Bear Mountain
02:47
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The spaces we used to dwell is now cold as hell,
churning my guts out,
wallowing in emptiness.
Because everything is only temporary,
pretending everything is the way it should be.
I wondered if the repentance I seek will help me find sleep.
I would give everything to feel nothing again.
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Block Island
02:45
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"There is nothing left for you here" I told myself that night and it's something that is always haunting me. There are pieces broken along the way and the streets are littered with thoughts of you. I thought it would suffice but for now just let me survive tonight. These vices are just biding my time but what am I biding for? Let the street lights moan and mourn for me. Even the cold air turns warm, I am my own tropical storm.
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Bodies
02:44
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I heave a loud sigh as I weave my troubled thoughts that night
Restlessness and living has caught up with me but they are hardly worth noting
The distance you gave was further than the road I could pave and I'm just pacing back and forth in my head every night and day
Punctured and left in dismay
This hopeless gaze I've been kept awake by it for days
An ocean of remembrance but nothing to remember
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These window panes reflecting off our listless faces, our restless minds they scour for pain. Was I too intoxicated, an addiction to numb the brain.
Trapped in my own personal hell, a wave of numbness struck
a somber violet sky to follow me home.
Crooked bones and an empty home
everything used to make sense to me
As I plunged into the sea,
anchored thoughts got the best of me
This weight inside my bones, it seeps through every crack and hole breaking me undefined and old
I lament the whole walk home
Your laughter still follows my every footstep home, always pounding and resonating at the back of my head
I am sick and tired of writing about you.
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