Empty and wasted, and my body pays for my sins
Days come and go, nights are hollow,
A mess of inchoate sentences finding their way out
Dilated pupils, delirium seeks its road out into misery,
There will be a sun tomorrow, a newfangled void,
But until then, we have to live with ourselves...
Between us, you were the mountain and I was the sea. I'd endlessly talk, hours on the end, pouring myself out, but never quite reaching you. At once, you'd respond with a nod or make a sound in the affirmative. I could never make out if you were really listening to me. You loved m...
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