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Something awoken I long thought dead Something broken, back from the dead The long sleep felt too long in my head Now I sleep with everything she said Something smoking in my bed I was choking while she bled Turning hope from black to red then back to black the minute she left I've traced her steps and every one led to water I can't walk on or even tread Still jumped in, now I'm sinking like lead Going down quicker than the sickest head At the bottom I float not living or dead Stuck in a limbo of my own intent My prayers returned, unopened, unsent All i have left is the long cold descent Redundancy, my currency to the last cent I can't seem to help repeating myself Can't seem to stop teetering on the edge of nothing to say that hasn't been said
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC
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Something awoken I long thought dead Something broken, back from the dead The long sleep felt too long in my head Now I sleep with everything she said Something smoking in my bed I was choking while she bled Turning hope from black to red then back to black the minute she left I've traced her steps and every one led to water I can't walk on or even tread Still jumped in, now I'm sinking like lead Going down quicker than the sickest head At the bottom I float not living or dead Stuck in a limbo of my own intent My prayers returned, unopened, unsent All i have left is the long cold descent Redundancy, my currency to the last cent I can't seem to help repeating myself Can't seem to stop teetering on the edge of nothing to say that hasn't been said
I'm so tired
#abundance#of#redundant#magic#spells
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC
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