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songs low, lowly
low, lowly
i can't feel your ghost
haunt me, i love you more than water
(more than i can, more than air)
is there nothing more to see and understand?
is there more to do when i don't have a plan?
is there more to say when words are not?
its fine its fine, i light the light, it's not the first time, i'm just getting bored
of sights and fights and wasted time,
oh my, am i just paranoid?
simple poetry carved into hearts
"love thyself"?
but that's impossible
there's no mind of mine that could ever be thought about
i hate myself
make me like you
cause i'm tired of being here
i'm tired of having the same conversation
over and over and over and over and over
and over again, again and again and again
