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HALFWAYHOME
streaming sound from satellites falling down like rain tonight they're crashing down all around us just like radio waves this poison's my reception let it guide me through the haze till the whole of our words turns grey pale skin in sunlight, an outfit just for show we could leave this world tonight and nobody would even know it wouldn't be so bad if we could just let go till the remedy takes hold but now there's silence till the end stay with me my dearest friend i wont let you go until then the sadness fill me up until i choke left alone with just a contract with a ghost your memories fill my lungs like smoke i feel you crawling down my throat but i wont let you in this time no more words not steeped in kindness no more words to not remind us what this life is for we don't live there anymore silence is the enemy, it travels to infinity this sickness got the best of me and kept me on a shelf at hurting you're a prodigy an artist of the tragedy abandoning your artistry to take it on yourself a struggle to the nth degree that overwhelmed what was to be i wonder why we couldn't see the things we never saw existing as a mockery, now only in our memories the radiant transparency like any faith at all is gone a momentary consequence escaping from your lips a static apparition holding on for one last kiss this negative impression that was destined for your wrists leave a deeper mark than the skin will ever show but no one will ever know
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