oh, the simple reality of what being human can actually mean.
no note that i can sing will destroy this unsettling feeling-
gnawing away until the honesty decays.
morose?
i say it's truth.
"and my brother lays upon the rocks/
he could be dead/he could be not/he could be you"
you see.
i can foretell the future.
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