Rip apart, tore apart every shread of this hour
The blackness is misfit for every color is a crime
I swear the celling is an art I can't touch
The concrete is a question I can't answer
And I'm fully unaware of what I feel and I wait for something
As I empty this hour in retrospection
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 3:02 AM UTC
Rip apart, tore apart every shread of this hour
The blackness is misfit for every color is a crime
I swear the celling is an art I can't touch
The concrete is a question I can't answer
And I'm fully unaware of what I feel and I wait for something
As I empty this hour in retrospection
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