hearts seem to half light my will thin bruises pass times thin veil i see you suffer slow here ill lie that not everything dies pastel white, slows your heart though i say "stay here" faint seams turn halfway harm will reject lest they may cry still your blood reflects me bright here ill lie that not everything dies the real feeling, the broken feeling without you now slowly passing, slowly knowing what you breathed once was right here days you reject growing lonely, growing colder a pain too deep in the summer like an IV that drips through a torn vein missing you makes me feel so ill the feeling breathes, you plant the seed and the simplicity of my heart shatters underneath the reality of the world
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