i might do something different to this, but as of right now, this is it:
the clouds are dead
they no longer float in the sky
they no longer catch my eye
pushed away by the wind
she looks at me and sighs
and tells me all she needs
is the drugs to fill her up
and let her down
go ahead
try to catch me
for i'm already gone
consumed by the fear
of my own thoughts
lost in the hands of time |
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