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I shudder to think i have already peaked,

off hours no more kisses hit my cheek,

been weak for a week or two, maybe a month,

could be more, i count time by smoked blunts,

not by the seconds i spend with you in mind,

still feel like much is unfinished, i find

that by pretending to be kind you wind up an asshole,

act cool in the end and you'll get a pass though,

the wind speaks with your voice, my dreams project

the memories crawling round like a hive of insects,

if she never injected me with emotion,

i'd be on dry land instead of drowning in my own ocean,

all the past has for me is pain, time to turn

around and make a future for me, to burn,

to learn, to yearn, to love, to hate,

to live, to die and fulfill my fate.