you draw the lines blurry so i have to draw up the curtains.
the one-man show,
with no eyes to see,
and no hearts to witness,
has finally faded into its final bow.
you never had to quit -
you were never part of it.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 3:27 AM UTC
you draw the lines blurry so i have to draw up the curtains.
the one-man show,
with no eyes to see,
and no hearts to witness,
has finally faded into its final bow.
you never had to quit -
you were never part of it.
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