Sometimes the days are too much for me
And I don't know what to do with myself
The sentence doesn't need me once it is alive.
Where it goes, what it does is no longer my concern.
How deep must we dig to find the heart of the earth?
I am not speaking in my voice
Rather I seek
To speak
And leave the voice
I've grown into behind
Everything will be left behind
Everything will be forgotten
Everyone remembered will be lost
The line must break
The line must be broken
Piece together my head
From fragments of words
Create the image
Imagine the whole
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