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and here i am again standing down the vacant hallways it gets me wondering about the difference between losing you and finding out that someone else found you i’m tired of feeling like something you’ve misplaced but don’t have the heart to look for anymore i’m tired of wondering if you can tell the difference between the absence of my voice and silence but i learned that you can’t be the ****** weapon and be the search party so down the vacant hallways i just stand there in all of that quiet like someone looking for a mistake on an eviction notice
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Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 12:35 PM UTC
Blood On My Hand Screams Regret
and here i am again standing down the vacant hallways it gets me wondering about the difference between losing you and finding out that someone else found you i’m tired of feeling like something you’ve misplaced but don’t have the heart to look for anymore i’m tired of wondering if you can tell the difference between the absence of my voice and silence but i learned that you can’t be the ****** weapon and be the search party so down the vacant hallways i just stand there in all of that quiet like someone looking for a mistake on an eviction notice
“but i pray and i stay no matter the distance. i’ll wait, oh i’ll wait for old eden’s resistance” honeywater - old eden
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Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 12:35 PM UTC
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