Everything feels like a lifetime.
I'm always the oldest among the withered elderly.
I might have broken everything,
while I was mending the fragile brokenness of it all.
There's no easy way out of the complete darkness of my gory insides.
Staring at my own reflection,
I see only but crouching freckles and the blurriest birthmarks.
Loneliness is the easiest thing when it's the only thing you know.
(Heartbeats)
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