i bet there are some broken- hearted among us.
i bet we could breathe even less,
yet still live our lives
effectively.
we could place down these tears,
they're but a record of our history repainted,
the last traces of electrolytes
within.
they're nothing but a soul,
childhood's apparition.
walk away from them;
you can see the sunset
if you'd like.







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