The only reason I cried was probably because I found out that it was all real.
A mere projection of the pure and most innate. It travelled through space, greeted strangers, possibly friends.
And when you sang with the only way that I could recognized, it feels like the sky is falling down.
Tumbling, like rocks on my body.
Because it is a story about us. Apologies, lines and frequencies, regurgitated.
We printed pages, so we shall not be too hard on us. On ourselves.
You teared, I was going to wipe them away.
so maybe next time you won't leave
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