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phantom of the opera
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a small amount of potential we met a long time ago
although the time escapes me
faces pass on the street
eyes bore into my face
uncomfortable stares penetrate my neck
just slightly paranoid
you feel the weather change in your mind
every time you think of me
and us
and these
empty days of anxiety
they won't end unless you fill them with those words in your head
wake up and wish the sun away
meaningless
i remember when it came out and killed me
when it came out and slowly suffocated my lungs
yet here i am
a living contradiction
last night i dreamt of you and reached out for you in the dark
but you weren't there
