

apoemwrittenwhilepassingtimedeep in confusion, unsure what is real, perched on a chair, in an empty room.apoemwrittenwhilepassingtime
memories like unwished for blisters, flood my mind like insanity. your image, as bright as freshly fallen snow, fades with the passing of days. your smile that once was, slowly transforms into an unwanted frown. was it the freshly laid markings, or was it the way i make you feel. insanity washing away honest emotion. i feel lost in your every detail.
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