Feeling faint as years fade like love...
Too afraid to say you've had enough.
Your only reason why is, "Just because..."
You felt it once, but didn't know what it was...
Labyrinth fingerprints like record grooves...
Can't name the song they play, you get confused.
Not meant to be, and no such thing as truth—
can't think of anything that proves...
Can't stop remembering
all that you haven't found,
it's not wrong to doubt...
Sunset resembling
a Rorschach's symmetric clouds,
black ink dripping down...
Not what you were expecting,
the excitement just makes you drowsy...
Feeling faint as years fade like love...
Collapsed into the life you're dreaming of.
Eyelashes tangled up like thin, wet tongues,
like blindfolding a skeleton—still so young...
The mirror's reflecting
something it can't pronounce,
face like a ghost town...
So you can stop pretending
anyone's listening now—
no one's around...
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