Sorrow found me when I was young...
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I awake, middle of the night, in disbelief of where things are.
Things like love lost, then found
Things like time wasted, and well spent
Wanting to say more
Unsettling dead silence
Eyes open, like it's been a long slumber
It's still 2:38AM, and I should not surrender until I've passed the tunnel.
Soon, stories and confessions bridging canyons,
and drawing lines, connecting dots, following patterns that stars have made that already blew up.
If those things are on the map, that is. I hate being awake right now.
Hospital bed, pull the plug, I'm not conception inception, power outage without any sort of idea.
You do things, I'm sure of it. I'll make quieter, and go on for this.
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...'cause I dont want to get over you.
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