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Nov 2013
I do swear by this
but you look down on mine as if it's not the same as yours
but i want you to know that these shapes your seeing in front of you do not mean what you think

we are one in the same

writing maps on my hands from what I hear from whispers
                                                                                                     I am lost
I see and name all the places they've taken me
but most of the time like all of us the name has no meaning

I hear the whispers again
calling me to the void
calling me to dive
but is it worth it?

stumbling on sand
pushing my own head under the current

**I will open my lungs
Written by
Andrew Utz  America
(America)   
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