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| pete |
i'm wearing myself down, an unfinished lyric rhyming through my mind, its song lost in the depths of the night. i feel tired, on edge, not safe. too much time doing too little. i've been here before, a month ago. thought i'd gotten past it, but i need more to do than i give myself too, especially now that the summer's ending. the summer's ending. the summer's ending. how many times must i write about this? i keep remembering old conversations, trying to wish them away, or atleast dull their impact. i need calm, but not the kind that i create. i need to be part of a flow, perhaps, and be swept away out to the sea, to float past newfoundland and into the ocean... just take my hand, in a dream, and say you remember me, or perhaps i'll fade again into the shades of grey i wear so easily, letting myself become what is wanted of me, hiding away somewhere safe so that i can be saved by one who wants to see what's not on display. |
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| pearl | . | 080111 |