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359 Pine - Old Gray
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359 Pine Old Gray

359 Pine - Old Gray
Ailments become fragments of my imagination
I am encumbered by nothing, hands in hand with a ghost of your former self
Someone I once held away from the torments of situation, no longer am I strong enough
Another voice has taken over, controlling, binding, leaving the person I am fucking helpless, awaiting it's next consensus
A face that is not there taunts me, breathing the same air she held within her lungs, breaking, for it all seems so familiar
I have been lost and faded into this place, waking only to find it still surrounds me
Blotting out the pain but with it, the comfort
For I was a being existing but absent of life
Selective thoughts showing only bliss
Sifting through tarnished images of past you were a part of
Mind blanketed by memories, the ghost of your former self
Someone I once held and time stood still
Time stood still, at least to us
At least to us
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