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Sep 2013
you
You said you would take care of me
and (I believed) your fairy dust lies
the wand was flicked upon me
I fell deep
I fell hard
I was paralysed by
(you)

but there was no ground below me
not one hint of the destination
(I) looked at you with one goal in mind
and then you pricked the parachute that (helped) me
float with
(you)

as it's oxygen reduced
(I still) blindly (relied on)
(you)

by the time it was gone
(I) reached underground
in a (lost) world
and now
here I am without
(you)

(I lay in) crooked paths
not sure of where the tears will lead to
drawing parallel lines on bandaged (wounds) and
still (thinking of)
(you)
Cure for Reality
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Cure for Reality
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