i try to
stop falling apart and
there's the blackest
sun ive ever seen this
green reflection like the
inverted camera of a
pond shifting askew what
was a smile to
self the
sound of footsteps and
pride there
is an echo and
addiction and
blood inside a
smile to
selfishness and
everything is quiet and
calm and muttered in
a pleasant harmonious
language
i walk around
im the most normal boy in
the world
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