You tried to stitch me back together. Threading empty friendship through my veins. With the careful eye of a doctor. But the string only holds for a week. Trying to forget the resemblance.

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Sometimes, I write well. Elevator Music by Henry Taylor. A tune with no more substance than the air,. Performed on underwater instruments,. Is proper to this short lift from the earth. It hovers as we draw into ourselves. And turn our reverent eyes toward the lights. That count us to our various destinies.

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Basically, this is a collection of my thoughts. I found this one in the archives guys. But I promise I am misunderstanding in its purest form. I am the wrong lyrics to your favourite song. I just mean to sound bold,.