this is it, this is it.
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and the friendships die here, in this
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place.
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where i find myself waiting for you.
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with my emotions in a constant state of
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flux.
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but i don’t know if it's my emotions or my mind
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that's causing me to be so confused,
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perhaps its some insane combination
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of the two.
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and i can't find the balance,
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not even temporarily,
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which is what will eventually kill us here-
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in this place- where the friendships die.
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turn over,
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and rot, and turn into dust, because
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they never
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really mattered anyway. leaving us
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perpetually
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alone
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i am alone.
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The Death Of An Aspiring Icon
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| The Khayembii Communique |
