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Sep 2018
tripping a little bit to the sea,
see the seeds grow out of your pine head tree.
Nauseous because I think you said somethin'
your eyes captivate me, so then I fall
into that abyss
maybe into oblivion.
I think we both know I cant see.

I think it's fair to say enough of my thoughts,
but dragged my back into those
wide cracks.

I didn't realise reality was part of this
yeah im tripping a little bit, to the sky now.
Lemme say my goodbyes,

wait
its too late.
im reaching for the sky now.
does it make sense, honestly idk, up to you how you see it.
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