what does it all mean!
sometimes when good things start to come undone,find yourself holding the thread to it you clung,
seems to unravel so fast, the further you run
filtered the water, drank it to feel so clean,
shine from the inside, fuels shadows in the sun
disappearing outlines laced in darkness between
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