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My House
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hello, how are you? it's been so long since i last saw you. i can't see your face; i can be any place that i want to.
i bite my nails every time i fail to see what you want from me. and in time you will know what's going on below the hard outer shell of my psyche.
walk through the graveyard into my house. my house. my house. whose house? my house. not your house! my house!
i bite my nails every time i fail to see what you want from me. and in time you will know what's going on below the hard outer shell of my psyche.
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Smoke
02:36
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the smell of last night's smoke fills my nose. trembling with the leaves, i feel each one of my toes covered by dirty socks. my mouth is closed and locked. my eyes and ears are open, moreso than they've ever been.
the sun, through a cloudless sky, beats down upon my neck, and self-inflicted boundaries serve to keep my mind in check.
the thought of home perplexes me, neither pleasant nor the opposite. now it's just a memory; fading but legitimate.
they say i'm making progress, that i could never choke, but all i've really found so far is the smell of last night's smoke.
where i wanna be is still so far away but i'll keep holding out hope; it's getting closer by the day. what i wanna do with my life is a question that i've always been afraid to ask.
why won't you take off that fucking mask?
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Faded Mistakes
02:06
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i breathe out, sit down, and take it all in. am i a puzzle missing pieces? a blank page with thirty creases? i'm overly archetypal. lost, but not seeking an idol.
am i the sum of all my parts? or worse yet, every line i start but can't finish? who's the real winner?
i breathe in, sit up, and let it all out. it's december and you're driving with the windows down. and every muscle in my body just wants to turn around.
looking at mistakes i've made, when did my mind begin to fade? i've played this game all night and i'm getting tired; i wanna retire.
engulfed in entropy, when will i begin to be something exciting and new? if i can ever man up and follow through.
looking at mistakes i've made, when did my mind begin to fade? i've played this game all night and i'm getting tired; i wanna retire.
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Last Year
04:17
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i've made this choice. i'm satisfied with my lot. we've made it this far against all odds through hardships and road trips, forgetful afternoons. drunken nights, and me trying to tell you i love you.
from my city to your city, walking backwards through the days of my life trying to find the peace of mind i left behind last year.
sometime this year i decided to mend my relationships with my mother, my father, and every single one of my friends. dissatisfied with the person who i'd become, the very fiber of my existence had more or less come undone.
from my city to your city, walking backwards through the rooms of my house, trying to find the peace of mind i left behind last year. from my city to your city, counting backwards through the days of my life, trying to find the peace of mind i left behind sometime last year.
will it be too little or too late for me to get what i've been seeking? my one and only plea: to get from my city to your city, walking backwards through the rooms of my house, trying to find the peace of mind i left behind last year. from my city to your city, counting backwards through the days of my life, trying to find the peace of mind i left behind sometime last year.
from my city, to your city.
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