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Standing on solid ground in the middle of space
See the big picture but missing the point
Things were starting to look up, I kept my head down
I’ve got a laundry basket full of clean clothes
Apocalyptic and apocryphal
My friend is somewhere in the back shooting Coca Cola
I forgot how painful it can be, being the only sober one at a party
I pick it up
One time online
Show it off
Drop it down
She make me lose my mind
Imma head out
Boo boo what’s the time
Orbiting the sun
I made you come around thrice
Some things last a long time
& some things don’t
Her name holds such immense gravity in my mind that thoughts get sucked in & spiral down, get ripped apart, they never can complete themselves. I turn in circles. Everything is relative to everything else; it’s unverified but I assume it’s all one.
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