imagine none of this is real

charles haddon emlékére, ha már a múltkori posztot kiszedette a blogger velem:




we wasted so many truths
that we depend
on getting by
another lie
on every other thing that dies
and as his voice beckons out
i hear the end
the end of trauma slowly setting in
my body seems to stop and freeze

stop
well i just dance the way i feel
stop breathing
imagine none of this is real

well i just dance the way i feel

...

moving on to someone else
you're always open with yourself
but no one
i talk to no one
always falling short of help
i choose to take this by myself
and go
and i just go


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