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Zared is dead and no one could care less. His eyes fixate on a picture frame of a man dressed in white, arms extended to the sky, as he wonders why he must die for them.
We were in the city ascending. we walked through the buildings till we reached a window. I didn't care, so I walked through it. After that, I was five-thousand feet in the air, but it didn't matter, because in this moment, I was falling and felt free. You joined me, but I saw how scared you were. Against all odds, we made our way to the other side. We made our way to a slumber. As we made our way through the winding hallways, we started over, falling through the buildings. You remained as scared as you once were. This is when I felt the ground beneath me shake.
Halifax, if I were to draw you, you'd have no eyes, and you'd just be dead. I walk your fields, your flawed Halifax; I know it's irony, you remain taxed today.
You pointed to the cabinet. I saw beetles. I was instructed to clean them up. The brown liquid confused me, but I agreed. Staring at the beetles, I began to get mesmerized by the legs. When I turned around, there was a aquarium. I peaked in and saw fishes from worlds unknown. The sight was astounding. I kept looking around hoping to find an answer. I found your trophies on the bookshelf, I found your thoughts in my head, and I found everything out of place. As I sat there looking at the beauty of the fish, I was surprised by the sight of your demise. Zared awoke to the sound of a beckoning at the door. He must retrace his steps; he must dream of whales again.
A third party is key, a balance love and pact, but there's no hope. It's simply no use. We will remain ugly and disjointed as long as we have hate.
Loom inside your self.
Who am I to you?
If there's something wrong with me, there's something wrong with you.
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Your star of death comes crawling to me at night. I feel all the dread come to me at once; I can't believe the story so far. I hate all of this contemporary; I wish and long for the past. Defenestrate this illustration. Can you be so toilsome?
Your star of death comes crawling to me at night. I saw your shadow call to me last night, she said she wanted you back home. The smell spawned off of an unlikely wish. She's not going anywhere, so defenestrate this illustration. Can you be so toilsome?
And in my sleep, I had a familiar dream. Uninspired snider about how your life came crashing down. Tell me more, and I will listen close. Tell me more, and I will not care anymore. Tell me more, and I will stop my body from crawling to your palace of snider.
Say aloud "I will".
It's too late for me, and I know this.
Reconcile now. Tomorrow you will be set free.
I'm tired. There's no end. I only wish for rest, effectiveness to be determined in time.
There's a concubine who tells me she lives below her means. I almost believed her until I heard her say "Our time is up". Our time is up. Upper echelon, please show me where they keep the shadows when they're gone.
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