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| departure from apathy. song one (haha, i so can't remember half of these lyrics. well, here's like half of it.) unstoppable humid transformations of what could have been cloud my vision. these eyes are not fit to judge... a bathroom mirror reveals those who decline to abandon seats atop heavy eyelashes... in trying to escape my forward fate i had made a devastating misjudgement... mid-fall i realized how steep the hill, how deep the drop. painfully i drew blood in slowing my decent. broken bones i hope to heal. so gracefully, we will dance again. in the absence of wings. |