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Mind melted on the kitchen floor.

Open the door and use it as a door mat.

I will join you,

and then I will join it.

Scrapped under shoes

separated throughout the world.

Which part is where?

Will it ever be whole?

 

A hollow body searches through a town that's changed.

And hasn't.

The weather changes as much as his moods.

And like the weather,

he wakes sunny

and falls cold.

 

I'm sorry I don't fully understand.

I'm sorry I'm scared.

I'm sorry I can't help.

I'm sorry all I want is your help.

 

And it was meant to be different.

Haven't been back a week,

and already I feel worse than when I left.

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Feb 24, 2014
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