Fading like the paint on your wall. You can call me friend, or nothing at all. Paralyzed and torn, like the way that I left you frozen in the blue.
Endless cycles of carelessness. No motivation at all. I'd like to think that I am done with this, and that it's okay to let myself fall back to what got me here in the first place. I can't promise that I'll be fine.
The things that keep us afloat could be drowning us, but we'll never know. We hear words like 'safe' and make ourselves believe them. I want to stop believing in everything...
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