I Am Lifeless In So Many Ways
Memories of days gone slink between sidestreets, and hide somewhere in the dust of backroads,
Countless echos of my past blowing in the wind like the pages of my life scattered after being torn from their spine. Try as I might I just can't seem to locate the index pages, more specifically the ones having to do with happiness and healing. Storm clouds billow in the distance, if I can't retrieve them soon the only smile I'll ever have will be that of a mask of Paper-mâché
Countless echos of my past blowing in the wind like the pages of my life scattered after being torn from their spine. Try as I might I just can't seem to locate the index pages, more specifically the ones having to do with happiness and healing. Storm clouds billow in the distance, if I can't retrieve them soon the only smile I'll ever have will be that of a mask of Paper-mâché
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