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I keep drawing air but nothing sticks    You being taken left a puncture wound that can only be fixed by your presence          I take in oxygen in spite of its futility               Reaching true stability an unlikely solution with every once clear path but a smudge underneath anxiety laden lenses        I wheeze as I walk this graveyard of a town           Cars all different shades and shapes                       Passing by me          I want to ask them what the point is of having lungs when you have nothing to breathe for     And I light a cigarette in light of heavy irony *At this point I'm just feeding the only beast I want to ****               ***I can't find you          I can't get to you             I'm scared I'll lose you forever to these f#cking monsters*** But I can't stop      Even when I lose sight of where I'm going     Because these cars have to stop eventually          Logic dictates they will find a parking spot Pull off and find a place to rest          And at that moment I'll ask In a tired, raspy, wheezing voice I'll ask
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
The Beast, the Girl, and the Long Road
I keep drawing air but nothing sticks    You being taken left a puncture wound that can only be fixed by your presence          I take in oxygen in spite of its futility               Reaching true stability an unlikely solution with every once clear path but a smudge underneath anxiety laden lenses        I wheeze as I walk this graveyard of a town           Cars all different shades and shapes                       Passing by me          I want to ask them what the point is of having lungs when you have nothing to breathe for     And I light a cigarette in light of heavy irony *At this point I'm just feeding the only beast I want to ****               ***I can't find you          I can't get to you             I'm scared I'll lose you forever to these f#cking monsters*** But I can't stop      Even when I lose sight of where I'm going     Because these cars have to stop eventually          Logic dictates they will find a parking spot Pull off and find a place to rest          And at that moment I'll ask In a tired, raspy, wheezing voice I'll ask
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
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