the thought and the weight
and I hate that I still care
I hate that I can not bare
the thought of you along with the weight of it
I hate that this still hurts me deep
those timid eyes once so near
now runs from mine farther and farther
Travels of my mind through everything and everyone I transcribe in times of need. My heart, my inner self, my fingers speaks for myself in here. It feels like a kind of liberty.
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