I can't feel myself anymore. I've been replaced
with dying stare. Your words were faint...and i
can hear them run from me in memory...time
catches up to the both of us...run from me in
memory. This is a desperate cry tonight from a
heart punctured by the ends of your sentences.
Your shatter was inaudible but the nightmare to
come bled my eardrums dry. It's an end.
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