"All I can say is..." It's carved in the spaces. It casts its honed shadow between every line you would ever compose. Your goodbyes haven't changed; they're unwritten each time. I've observed all the signs of withdrawal's malaise to recount in the dark (if my eyes ever close). You directed and staged one more passionate rhyme through illusionist haze, veiled an encore escape to
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