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I want to cry
and my eyes reel in the tears
yet they pull back forward
sloshing like waves
And my soul feels heavy
In my head, it made sense
Why I stayed up with my pen
If today could last me longer,
Then tomorrow won't begin
.
Sunday night's just the beginning of the end.
There are regions of the brain
that intimacy is disfiguring
only for heartache to restore it
and during those hectic phases
I think of being submerged
in the Freedom from both
Have you ever stopped to think,
To take a breath,
And everything falls apart?
Slowed down to be overrun,
Paused while the game plays on?
Standing still,
While the world moves,
