the ears have heard things the memory cannot get outta its own head...
n it's rare to be with someone who at some point doesn't wish death..
the echos that remain from the blasts seem to ricochet with relief...
words repeated sink in to wanting to get away from the disbelief...
friends sort of speak change with the verbal tone carrying dyslexia...
hate fueled by disregard to keep tongues away from self claimed by dementia...
funny how laughs forget to remain in silence once the walk determines worth...
relations of strangers become lost with images of a life that lingers with thoughts that smirk...
jus saying hello to characters playing on the reel deep outta sight...
one after the next voices are added to the collection to remember life...
unable to avoid where choices have chosen to spend a moment to ease give in...
one cannot dismiss their own existence as if spinning a six shooter from the hip...
as days create age listening to beauty show how ugly trust can pretend to be...
n to think of the patience it takes to commit, jus to watch them leave...
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