dont get me wrong,
my words were never meant to be weapons.
they're just my painted perceptions.
this is how you make me feel.
i write it down.
and we're lost now.
our time rippled in the lonely water.
closing my eyes,
feeling the breeze break through the window.
im breathing in just clean enough air.
and you never feel like your still
where you were last year.
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