If only I was capable of just pursing my lips and casting only my shadow in your direction. Instead of cacophony of the mind, merely a sense of silence that has always pleased your ears far more.
Unfortunately, the echoing sounds of my dulling heartache are tireless and unceasing.
Remember this sick, sad fool. Remember her eyes. If they ever spoke, to you.
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Instead of cacophony of the mind, merely a sense of silence that has always pleased your ears far more.
Unfortunately, the echoing sounds of my dulling heartache are tireless and unceasing.
Remember this sick, sad fool.
Remember her eyes.
If they ever spoke, to you.
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