there is a tunnel, i know, somewhere further on.
The light is on
at the end
of it.
Friends will share stories about their journey home.
it feels wrong
as im hearing it.
i forgot who i was and where i belong.
i'm listening to stereo in the broken ride,
at the edge of midnight,
alone.
passing cars strike with lights, blocking up the sight.
your face on my mind.
i wish i'd see your clone.
i believe it will heal in the matter of time.
As all wounds do.
As i know.
I still can't decide is it hard of a crime:
being blue,
feeling low.
lifegoeson?
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