really good
Tears that make money might as well buy a town
Yet no one will come around as I fade into the background
Slowly becoming one with the air and ground, do I want to leave?
What is there to meet if they all press delete?
Naive to trust in those called thieves
Grief shown as weak
I have to keep up this make believe
Perceiving this mystery now has esacaped and left me in this town with only one consciousness
Haunted by a mess I can not fix
I wish I could have predicted what was the start of all of it
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