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Hands shake
tears fell
stomach feels a way I am rather unsure of
toilet flushes with all the things you said to me earlier
and then your back comes into vision as it heads toward the exit sign.
There is no string to pull you back
but rather batteries in your back to keep you moving forward.
The past has faded as if it was all a dream.
And now we are in categorizes that we could not change if we wanted to.
The footsteps you have started to make have been in cement
while ours has been in clay that has long sense washed away.
Making an effort one day can not compare to the
everlasting disaster that you have caused.
The moment my eyes started to blink everything had changed
I keep blinking my eyes asking if this all is real.
Because it seems like with confident comes ignorance.
Everything begins to sound nice
but actions are never made in the direction I am.