Written in stone you said, erosion of time has erased a brilliant kaleidoscope of emotional color that came crashing to gods green earth the moment you stepped away, the closest i've felt to mourning without a life being lost, I would get drunk and hit the the town if I didn't enjoy this downward spiral so much, the only thing that comes close to the energy you presented is my self indulgent depression that fills the void in my sadistic ache, a carnival of sideshows and a pocket full of change with no curfew in sight, just how many times will I make an incision to my soul, yet stitch it back up, only to take pleasure in pulling them out one by one, a sedated conscience passes the time, but unless timeless is my intention, ...perhaps it's time to wake up

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