One of my most heinous crimes is being overtly too succinct. There is so much I can feel, but still be unable to give you words to paint this picture.
(If) only you would understand. Maybe the pain is mandatory?
Maybe if you saw me, you'd be able to see it in my eyes,
the way I see it in yours.
Seeing with newer eyes,
the old pain.
Falling Away With You... " I travelled half the world to say, You Are My Muse."
What is this musery.
"Pills of information, pills of misinformation, we swallow a handful everyday."
"Willingly and by choice. If only tags existed to differentiate between them.. And even then, would you not still willingly be misinformed if it felt better? Pills, you say. Way of life, says I."
It is no secret that I miss you.
It's all routine.
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