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Sympathy
Is not a virtue that you recognize
I look into your unforgiving eyes
And see my shame
It's clear to me
That after all the things that we've been through
We've done so much there's nothing left to do
And we're both to blame
But as we turn to go our separate ways
I can't help but remember the years
When the world was in our hands
And we had no time for tears
But as we turn to lead our separate lives
My soul aches for what we've become
But the world it doesn't care
When we finish what we've done

Memories
Of a place that we both used to know
A place the two of us could always go
And be as one
Now I can see
That we believed emotions never there
We built them up and then we didn't care
Til they were gone
But as we turn to go our separate ways
I cant help but remember the years
When the world was in our hands
And we had no time for tears
But as we turn to lead our separate lives
My soul aches for what we've become
But the world it doesn't care
When we finish what we've done

I'll walk away and start again
A new beginning from the end
And all that I knew before
Will remain in the past
I'll find a brand new dream to live
I'll find the conviction to forgive
But things won't ever be quite the same
Cause you were the last
But as we turn to go our separate ways
I can't help but remember the years
When the world was in our hands
And we had no time for tears
But as we turn to lead our separate lives
My soul aches for what we've become
But the world it doesn't care
When we finish what we've done.

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i stabbed myself.

well, that's what my brain tells me. all the while my right hand laughs... that's how i read the trembling, hearty raucous laughter.

i think it conspires against me. nights like this, i think they all are... my extremities.

as my eyes ache to focus through the almost dark i catch whispers of my toes, "just a little water on the floor. it's all we need". then they notice me and scatter. well, scatter in the sense that they just sit there, pretending to be the trusting toes that i always thought they were.

jokes on them. i know what they're up to.


another short story idea that will never see fruition. probably just as well. then everyone'd know how badly off i "could" be.

shhh.