In a moment Ive missed octaves.
the sound lapse, abounds the gap between my heart to head.
Ive exhausted my resources, and burned my bridges.
I'm exhausted from fighting this.
A struggle in my own right. encore.
I catch myself falling into commonplace that I know like the backs of my eyelids. Dark and blurred, I am more familiar with the feeling of
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