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I watch as the heat on the window from where your hand has been 5 seconds previous to now fades. Your finger prints linger there, begging for someone to notice them. I see your blackened silhouette submerge into the forest as you walk away, I know now, I'll never see you again. My body will be a deadweight on velveteen, A carcass full of memories of you, Pure and true. If you hadn't have left, I wouldn't be found dead, But the time has come to leave and I cannot wait any longer. Prepare for the news, it will hit you hard, I'll make you go mad, the way you did me, Insanity insanity, What a beautiful thing it is to be insane.
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
Deadweight on velveteen
I watch as the heat on the window from where your hand has been 5 seconds previous to now fades. Your finger prints linger there, begging for someone to notice them. I see your blackened silhouette submerge into the forest as you walk away, I know now, I'll never see you again. My body will be a deadweight on velveteen, A carcass full of memories of you, Pure and true. If you hadn't have left, I wouldn't be found dead, But the time has come to leave and I cannot wait any longer. Prepare for the news, it will hit you hard, I'll make you go mad, the way you did me, Insanity insanity, What a beautiful thing it is to be insane.
Eloi1997
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
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