• at the seams
    the threads being pulled right out from me.
    old scars old cuts, final resting places of every memory gone bad.
    im falling apart not because of the decision but because of the thought.
    the words left unspoken
    the reasons thrown away
    because of every past season that the memories are of a smiling face.
    i feel myself falling asleep.
    not to dream
    but that final sleep we all dream comes eventually.
    i dream tomorrow. oh please.
    let me never wake from those dreams...

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