someway, somehow, i'm gonna have to get over all of this

but the names

and the face is in anyone

but time isn't gonna wait

ever open doors and windows remain

but I want This fish

I don't believe in the lies I tell myself anymore

it's all moving

the faces around me become ever clearer

And sometimes i think back to a time when time was not moving

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the wind hitting my face