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- A-Sad-Invention
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lmao this sucked os ima remove
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AU where Frederick recovered from brain trauma (from All The Light We Cannot See)
Note: This sucks. It’s also written in the style of ATLWCS.
“His ability to learn suggests the medicine is working,” the doctor says. “He should be fully recovered in a year.”
Frederick stared right through him. Fanni nods. “Thank you.” She turns to Frederick. “Come on, we’re leaving.” He gazes up at her. She takes him by the hand and leads him out of the hospital.
—
The year is 1964. He is thirty-six old. He has suffered from brain trauma for twenty years, losing most of his childhood. He used to be dedicated to birds.
—
She heard voices in the middle of the night. Fanni gets up. She looks at the clock. It is midnight. She walks into the doorway of Frederick’s room. He is talking to the wall.
“Werner said we would move to America. He said he would become an engineer.”
Fanni steps into the room. Frederick is not facing her.
“He said I could learn more about the birds.”
She calls out: “Frederick.” He does not appear to hear her.
“Peregrine falcons travels at speeds of up to 240 miles per hour.”
—
The next day, she found Frederick digging through a stack of papers. He seemed to be reading one of them. She peers over his shoulder. It was a letter he had written when he was in .
“Frederick.” She says. He does not respond. She repeats his name a second time. He looks up.
“I wrote this.” He seemed to be stating a fact. Fanni took the letter away from him. “Yes, you did.” She tidied the pile of letters and put them in the drawer. “You’re not ready to read them.
—
Note: This sucks. It’s also written in the style of ATLWCS.
“His ability to learn suggests the medicine is working,” the doctor says. “He should be fully recovered in a year.”
Frederick stared right through him. Fanni nods. “Thank you.” She turns to Frederick. “Come on, we’re leaving.” He gazes up at her. She takes him by the hand and leads him out of the hospital.
—
The year is 1964. He is thirty-six old. He has suffered from brain trauma for twenty years, losing most of his childhood. He used to be dedicated to birds.
—
She heard voices in the middle of the night. Fanni gets up. She looks at the clock. It is midnight. She walks into the doorway of Frederick’s room. He is talking to the wall.
“Werner said we would move to America. He said he would become an engineer.”
Fanni steps into the room. Frederick is not facing her.
“He said I could learn more about the birds.”
She calls out: “Frederick.” He does not appear to hear her.
“Peregrine falcons travels at speeds of up to 240 miles per hour.”
—
The next day, she found Frederick digging through a stack of papers. He seemed to be reading one of them. She peers over his shoulder. It was a letter he had written when he was in .
“Frederick.” She says. He does not respond. She repeats his name a second time. He looks up.
“I wrote this.” He seemed to be stating a fact. Fanni took the letter away from him. “Yes, you did.” She tidied the pile of letters and put them in the drawer. “You’re not ready to read them.
—
Last edited by A-Sad-Invention (April 30, 2022 19:43:55)
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~white~ a swc writing competition entry wip
black and white,
everything was black and white. where did all the colors go? you wonder. where did everything go? the city was in ruins. you wander forward. dust meets your lungs and you choke, wheezing. your eyes began to water- you convince yourself it was from the dust, not from your sorrow about the broken city. you deny to yourself that you missed this terrible place. guilt and embarrassment overwhelmed you whenever you think about your younger years. guilt for denying to everyone about your childhood here, and embarrassment for growing up here at all. you push the thoughts out of your mind and trek forward, taking in the shattered buildings, the crumpled roads, the everything.
with nobody around, you let the tears trickle down your cheek. you were afraid of admitting it for so long. you didn’t want everyone to think you were as bad as the others who came from here. you had a sister who was thrown in prison because she announced she was from this city. she was never given a chance to prove herself. the others just assumed she was a criminal like all the others who grew up here. you used to visit her often, tell her how unfair you think everything is, encourage her to wait until the end, when they see that not all of them are bad. until you were offered a job.
that was when you started cutting off relations with your hometown. you started visiting your sister less and less, eventually stopping altogether. you convinced yourself she’d be fine, she’d live, and that you needed a job to support your needs. you lied, telling the interviewer that you didn’t come from where you came from. they believed you, you got the job,
COME ON YOU ARE SO MUCH BETTER AT WRITING THAN ME ALSKDFJA;SLDFJ GREAT JOB! /gen
BUT NO DON'T DISCONTINUE THIS SEEMS COOL AND BACKSTORY IS COOL
DISCONTINUED RIP
This was a month ago and I cringe at this. I won’t take it down though.
bro this is the most relatable thing in my life
i have super cringe stuff (like tjwmt and downfall parodies and such) BUT THEY ARE ACTUALLY VISIBLE TO PEOPLE – i think the comp judges might have seen my horrible sherlock holmes / monk crossover D: also that Otto fanfic oops
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Hey hope you can see this
Maya, Inca, and Aztec were three civilizations in the Medieval Ages. They differed, but had similarities.
Maya and Inca were two vastly diverse civilizations. Maya inhabitated the Valley of Mexico, while the Inca lived in the Andes Mountains of Ancient Peru. Their political powers also differs; Maya is made up of separate states, with different rules for each one. Inca is ruled by one emperor with absolute power. Maya was polytheistic, with no specific god. Inca mainly worships Indi as their God. They do have similarities as well. They both built pyramids and practiced human sacrifice.
Maya and Aztec were also quite divergent.
Aztec and Inca were also different.
Maya, Inca, and Aztec were three civilizations in the Medieval Ages. They differed, but had similarities.
Maya and Inca were two vastly diverse civilizations. Maya inhabitated the Valley of Mexico, while the Inca lived in the Andes Mountains of Ancient Peru. Their political powers also differs; Maya is made up of separate states, with different rules for each one. Inca is ruled by one emperor with absolute power. Maya was polytheistic, with no specific god. Inca mainly worships Indi as their God. They do have similarities as well. They both built pyramids and practiced human sacrifice.
Maya and Aztec were also quite divergent.
Aztec and Inca were also different.
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hi
got da writing
also i might continue it if u pay me 5 dolars :3 /hj
got da writing
also i might continue it if u pay me 5 dolars :3 /hj
- A-Sad-Invention
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Word war for weekly
There was an instant uproar. Everyone started protesting, screaming and shouting. Albert winced at the noise, plugging his fingers into his ears. The wind howled as the passengers argued, and the train conductor grabbed a microphone: “You will be split into five games, and the winners will play one last game together. You better make some friends, because it's starting in five minutes. Oh, by the way, you actually die from this. Like, actually.”
Albert thought back to his mother's note. Is this what she was sorry for? But how could've she known? Did she set all of this up? His blood ran cold at the thought of her setting him up to die.
The girl that had sat next to him on the train nudges him again. “Well, seems like we have to be friends, then.”h
There was an instant uproar. Everyone started protesting, screaming and shouting. Albert winced at the noise, plugging his fingers into his ears. The wind howled as the passengers argued, and the train conductor grabbed a microphone: “You will be split into five games, and the winners will play one last game together. You better make some friends, because it's starting in five minutes. Oh, by the way, you actually die from this. Like, actually.”
Albert thought back to his mother's note. Is this what she was sorry for? But how could've she known? Did she set all of this up? His blood ran cold at the thought of her setting him up to die.
The girl that had sat next to him on the train nudges him again. “Well, seems like we have to be friends, then.”h
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i.
corrupt creations (in the name of evolution)
i’ll skydive (over every ocean i come across)
i’ll hold burning embers (in the palms of my hands)
the role we play (never stopped you from leaving)
i waited for the words (but they never came)
spinning the stories (to what they want to see)
a handful of light (i hold at a standstill)
you took my dreams (and put them in chains)
ii.
cannot deny
(the ounce of truth in every lie / the grain of error in every fact)
ideas severely
(limit creativity / what is to be made when everything already is?)
excess of light
(may result in a power out / best to burn candles to the very last one)
sometimes
(you never realize your cruelty / until it looks you in the eye)
iii.
meaningless equations (scribbled and crossed out in pencil)
statistics set in stone (by wise men with little more than words)
i’ll draw lines with shaky hands (erase the writing on the walls)
i should’ve known from the beginning (that this will be my end)
i count sheep in my sleep (infinity circles back to zero)
my thoughts haunt me (more so than do ghosts)
i tried to run away (they caught up every time)
you plucked my wings (and told me to fly)
iv.
i am not a tyrant (so don't look at the bodies)
v.
i paint walls white (impersonally)
a dream you’ve had before (lost from reality)
lost in time (not a single memory)
i hope you (never forget about me)
see the sirens (but don’t hear a single one)
the smoke signals in the sky (leave no doubt)
my fingers tap the same key (every time i play)
goodbye (i never cared for the theatrics)
vii.
july fades away in fallacies and lies (with waiting and stalling) and i sit by the door every time until you come back (just to destroy me a little bit more) and i’m nothing without you don’t you think (the thing is i never realized) but can you stay with me (just a little bit longer)
i.
corrupt creations (in the name of evolution)
i’ll skydive (over every ocean i come across)
i’ll hold burning embers (in the palms of my hands)
the role we play (never stopped you from leaving)
i waited for the words (but they never came)
spinning the stories (to what they want to see)
a handful of light (i hold at a standstill)
you took my dreams (and put them in chains)
ii.
cannot deny
(the ounce of truth in every lie / the grain of error in every fact)
ideas severely
(limit creativity / what is to be made when everything already is?)
excess of light
(may result in a power out / best to burn candles to the very last one)
sometimes
(you never realize your cruelty / until it looks you in the eye)
iii.
meaningless equations (scribbled and crossed out in pencil)
statistics set in stone (by wise men with little more than words)
i’ll draw lines with shaky hands (erase the writing on the walls)
i should’ve known from the beginning (that this will be my end)
i count sheep in my sleep (infinity circles back to zero)
my thoughts haunt me (more so than do ghosts)
i tried to run away (they caught up every time)
you plucked my wings (and told me to fly)
iv.
i am not a tyrant (so don't look at the bodies)
v.
i paint walls white (impersonally)
a dream you’ve had before (lost from reality)
lost in time (not a single memory)
i hope you (never forget about me)
see the sirens (but don’t hear a single one)
the smoke signals in the sky (leave no doubt)
my fingers tap the same key (every time i play)
goodbye (i never cared for the theatrics)
vii.
july fades away in fallacies and lies (with waiting and stalling) and i sit by the door every time until you come back (just to destroy me a little bit more) and i’m nothing without you don’t you think (the thing is i never realized) but can you stay with me (just a little bit longer)
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HI OKAY THIS IS SO GOOD I LIKE THIS A LOT
the only real main big nitpick i have is with the formatting/bracket use. it's great and very well-done, but not consistent and thus not clear how the reader is supposed to approach it. Are the bracketed phrases supposed to be read separately from the main lines, as in vii (which seems like a typo, since the part proceeding vii is only v? Or as if it were a part of the line (which kinda defeats the purpose of the brackets alskdjf) in “i hope you (never forget about me)” of v? usually in poetry brackets are used to present entirely separate thoughts, which you've done in ii and seem to be doing throughout most of the rest of the poem. this is fine! this is great! but the key to making this work is to 1. be consistent with its usage, so maybe mess around the phrasings/lines of v a bit, cut out the first “so” in the bracketed section of iv to disjoint them a bit more if you want, etc. though it's up to you aslkd; and 2. make sure the parts outside of the brackets still work together if you skim the bracketed parts. in the case of ii, if i read the parts without the brackets it makes. no sense, and so the functional use of the brackets is lost a bit as the reader has to essentially skip them over to have any clue of what ii is about.
keep in mind that you can take the above with a grain of salt laskdj!! maybe you're going for the brackets in different sections having different intentions, and that's fine. I am the kind of writer who takes great care in being consistent through pieces; you don't have to be. if you want to be a magnanimous poet, go for it! (great vibe, i support.) the piece is called error 404 page not found, i assume you're going for a bit of confusion aslk. do what feels right for you.
the following is just a few specific wording thoughts because i am weird and picky that way, again take these as suggestions that you can choose to disregard <33
a handful of light (i hold at a standstill)This phrasing is not quite clear,,, I assume you mean the speaker is holding the light at a standstill, so perhaps "(that i hold at a standstill)“ or smth like that? hold is also a rather weak word imagery-wise here compared to all of the other great diction going on here, so if you'd like maybe find something stronger, ”clench“ or ”grasp" maybe
(limit creativity / what is to be made when everything already is?)I would add a "what is there to be made" just to clarify the phrase a bit
(may result in a power out / best to burn candles to the very last one)Dunno why, but "power outage“ works better for me here. ”power out" just feels very jarring for some reason
i should’ve known from the beginning (that this will be my end)to keep the tenses consistent i would do "(that this would be my end)" but i may be misunderstanding the timeline of events
my thoughts haunt me (more so than do ghosts)I would take out the “do” in the brackets here, it isn't needed and ruins the rhythm for me
iv.I have nothing to say about this one i just think this line really slaps
i am not a tyrant (so don't look at the bodies)
a dream you’ve had before (lost from reality)the repetition of “lost” two lines back to back makes this land really flat :'] if you replaced “lost from reality” with "disconnected from reality" or something like that it would solve the problem really quickly i think
lost in time (not a single memory)
okay no that's it it's great can i reiterate how much i love this sorry for being very rambly i dumped this all out really quickly i wish you luck goodbye!!
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ooh yay thanks sun this was really helpful!! i see your point about the brackets- i haven't really thought about it i just like the vibe it gives lol, I'll see if i want to change it. and yes i loved part iv too :star_struck:
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Neat! These are really good! I'm not very good at writing poetry that doesn't rhyme, so I'm probably not the best person to take advice from, but it's very… poetic! 
I'm not sure what the brackets and slashes are supposed to mean…? Maybe it's just a poetry thing that I'm not aware of, and I sound stupid writing this, but I was unsure of how to read it, especially in this:
Lol, my confidence is like the light of the sun at midnight XD
Also, I don't post in forums often, so I'm sorry if/that this looks dumb or confusing… also sorry I don't have better advice :C
I'm not sure what the brackets and slashes are supposed to mean…? Maybe it's just a poetry thing that I'm not aware of, and I sound stupid writing this, but I was unsure of how to read it, especially in this:
ideas severelyBut again, I don't know.
(limit creativity / what is to be made when everything already is?)
Lol, my confidence is like the light of the sun at midnight XD
Also, I don't post in forums often, so I'm sorry if/that this looks dumb or confusing… also sorry I don't have better advice :C
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oo ic what you mean, i'll try to make it a bit more clear how to read lol
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aight i wrote some moreee
blots of white-out (ink does not erase ink)
symbolic wastes (of stolen metaphors)
cradle your soul (in calloused and broken hands)
the fire we crafted (with rocks and deceit)
stupid, stupid words
all they did was destroy / and build galaxies upon fallacies
(until they all crumbled down)
symmetry
of rows and rows of / roses, woes, we pose
(i wish not to impose)
butterflies
if with broken wings / do you still deem me beautiful
i gotta organize it tho
blots of white-out (ink does not erase ink)
symbolic wastes (of stolen metaphors)
cradle your soul (in calloused and broken hands)
the fire we crafted (with rocks and deceit)
stupid, stupid words
all they did was destroy / and build galaxies upon fallacies
(until they all crumbled down)
symmetry
of rows and rows of / roses, woes, we pose
(i wish not to impose)
butterflies
if with broken wings / do you still deem me beautiful
i gotta organize it tho
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i.
ii.
iii.
iv.
corrupt creations (in the name of evolution)
i skydive over (every ocean i come across)
i'll hold burning embers (in the palms of my hands)
the role we play (never stopped you from leaving)
a handful of light (i hold at a standstill)
you took my dreams (and put them in chains)
i wish on falling stars (made out of glass)
flickering candles (of light in your eyes)
i weave together (loose strands of your soul)
i gave you forever (you tore it up in pieces)
i count sheep in my sleep (infinity circles back to zero)
my thoughts haunt me (more so than do ghosts)
i tried to run away (they caught up every time)
you plucked my wings (and told me to fly)
ii.
cradle your soul (in calloused and broken hands)
the fire we crafted (with rocks, sticks, and deceit)
the music plays on (down an octave or three)
the unscrupulous soprano (fades into air)
i paint walls white (impersonally)
a dream you've had before (gone from reality)
lost in time (not a single memory)
i hope you (never forget about me)
see the sirens (but don't hear a single one)
the smoke signals in the sky (leave no doubt)
my fingers tap the same key (every time i play)
goodbye (i never cared for the theatrics)
iii.
cannot deny
(the ounce of truth in every lie / the grain of error in every fact)
ideas severely
(limit creativity / what is to be made when everything already is?)
excess of light
(may result in a powerout / best to burn candles to the very last one)
sometimes
(you never realize your cruelty / until it looks you in the eye)
i am not a tyrant (so don't look at the bodies)
stupid, stupid words
all they did was destroy / and build galaxies upon fallacies
(until they all crumbled down)
iv.
meaningless equations (scribbled and crossed out in pencil)
statistics set in stone (by wise men with little more than words)
blots of white-out (ink does not erase ink)
symbolic wastes (of stolen metaphors)
we set our breaths free (in puffs of clouds)
i too will have crumbled and run out (of all fine words)
i'll draw lines with shaky hands (erase the writing on the walls)
i should've known from the beginning (that this will be my end)
Last edited by A-Sad-Invention (Nov. 30, 2023 17:30:08)
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I don't have much experience with poetry, but this piece was beautiful <3 it was truly relatable, well structured, and absolutely poetic and rhythmic.
my main concern is the theme/topic of the poem, and possibly the formatting. you labelled it as “emo poem thingy”, but with all these metaphors, the overall idea is difficult to read, and it's as if there are multiple messages trying to be read at once. I do understand the dark, heartbroken concept, but especially without a title, there can be quite a few misconceptions.
though, the overall poem is still strong, with a great, powerful meaning—there isn't much to critique.
you mentioned there was not a decided title yet. with such a deep message in that direction, I would suggest something to do with “veil of shadows”, “shadows of deception”, etc.
overall, I loved it!! it would work as a great entry for the writing competition
(153 words)
I don't have much experience with poetry, but this piece was beautiful <3 it was truly relatable, well structured, and absolutely poetic and rhythmic.
my main concern is the theme/topic of the poem, and possibly the formatting. you labelled it as “emo poem thingy”, but with all these metaphors, the overall idea is difficult to read, and it's as if there are multiple messages trying to be read at once. I do understand the dark, heartbroken concept, but especially without a title, there can be quite a few misconceptions.
though, the overall poem is still strong, with a great, powerful meaning—there isn't much to critique.
you mentioned there was not a decided title yet. with such a deep message in that direction, I would suggest something to do with “veil of shadows”, “shadows of deception”, etc.
overall, I loved it!! it would work as a great entry for the writing competition
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Critique for @A-Sad-Invention
300 words
i.
ii.
iii.
iv.
overall, this is a great poem!! you're an awesome writer
what was the inspiration for this?
300 words
i.
i paraglide over (every ocean i fly across)maybe change “i fly across”? it's a little repetitive considering most people know what paragliding means- paragliding is also more detailed/provides more feeling, so flying kind of downgrades that emotion
faulty candles (minutes down the side)by this do you mean wax just melting down the side, or the candle is minutes away from being completely gone? i'm not sure if it's just me lol, but some people might not know what you're talking about. if possible, i think a little more description (i know its a poem so it might not work there)
i meticulously weave through (strands of souls)again, i'm not sure what this poem is supposed to be about (don't get me wrong, its beautiful) but how do these two lines connect to each other? from the perspective of a reader, everyone could have a different opinion about what it means, which is good if that's what you meant to do, but if you want to say something specific, another line would help.
i gave you forever (you tore it up in pieces)
ii.
stupid, stupid wordsdoes the slash mean an either or, or is it supposed to mean both? its a bit contradicting, considering that the line in parentheses- “(until they all crumbled down)” would only go with the second one. its also a little confusing- are they destroying or creating? unless this line is extremely important, i would consider only picking one of them
all they did was destroy / and build galaxies upon fallacies
(until they all crumbled down)
iii.
ideas severelyno real critique for this but so true lol
(limit creativity / what is to be made when everything already is?)
i am not a tyrant (so don't look at the bodies)this is very picky but maybe change the “so” to but? just because the person isn't a tyrant doesn't mean we're obviously not gonna “look at the bodies”- but suggests goes with the previous line and tells us that you are sort of cruel (if thats what you were trying to imply)
iv.
i'll draw lines with shaky hands (erase the writing on the walls)before you draw you're going to erase everything else, or you're doing both at the same time?
overall, this is a great poem!! you're an awesome writer
what was the inspiration for this?
Last edited by superdidi2012 (Nov. 17, 2023 01:54:13)
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regret: missed opportunities, exercise in futility
i wish you were lying when you said goodbye (just like how you told me you loved me)
i tie my shoelaces in a noose and burn every star you ever called beautiful until your name is buried by ash and i tip over the candles and watch you die over and over again until there’s no more light just like it was before you came
you could've lied and i would've let it be poetic, i wrote eulogy after eulogy and all our epiphanies doesn't matter anymore (but did i ever matter to you)
tragedy: defeated possibilities, hope unfulfilled, promises betrayed
i wait and wait you’ll come back and take my hand. i count to one thousand and back but only one second passes. the ghosts in my attic never say anything but they burn me at the stake in my dreams
i paint over your life on the walls and erase the time and
it’s winter again and the power is out and the branches in the fireplace aren’t lighting up and the snowman i built keeps melting
fear: irrespective, little deaths, obliteration
falling with you was a mistake (everything felt like flying until we hit the ground) so would you let me have one last high
(i never thought) you wouldn't come back for me, i can’t remember the touch of your hand and the color of your eyes. if you come back just one more time i swear i’ll never forget you again (i don’t want to be afraid anymore) i was never scared when you were here
loss: empty spaces, lingering memories (you know i’ve lost so what’s the point)
the streets are foreign and you’re a stranger (you said it was going to be worth it) the silence echoes and the past never ends and i can’t seem to find the future
the sirens are screaming in the streets and the red headlights hurt my eyes, the clouds turn into smoke and the wind carries a strange incense and we were used to run for miles and it’s not fair (nothing ever was) but you’ve won so what's the point of keeping score
i wish you were lying when you said goodbye (just like how you told me you loved me)
i tie my shoelaces in a noose and burn every star you ever called beautiful until your name is buried by ash and i tip over the candles and watch you die over and over again until there’s no more light just like it was before you came
you could've lied and i would've let it be poetic, i wrote eulogy after eulogy and all our epiphanies doesn't matter anymore (but did i ever matter to you)
tragedy: defeated possibilities, hope unfulfilled, promises betrayed
i wait and wait you’ll come back and take my hand. i count to one thousand and back but only one second passes. the ghosts in my attic never say anything but they burn me at the stake in my dreams
i paint over your life on the walls and erase the time and
it’s winter again and the power is out and the branches in the fireplace aren’t lighting up and the snowman i built keeps melting
fear: irrespective, little deaths, obliteration
falling with you was a mistake (everything felt like flying until we hit the ground) so would you let me have one last high
(i never thought) you wouldn't come back for me, i can’t remember the touch of your hand and the color of your eyes. if you come back just one more time i swear i’ll never forget you again (i don’t want to be afraid anymore) i was never scared when you were here
loss: empty spaces, lingering memories (you know i’ve lost so what’s the point)
the streets are foreign and you’re a stranger (you said it was going to be worth it) the silence echoes and the past never ends and i can’t seem to find the future
the sirens are screaming in the streets and the red headlights hurt my eyes, the clouds turn into smoke and the wind carries a strange incense and we were used to run for miles and it’s not fair (nothing ever was) but you’ve won so what's the point of keeping score
Last edited by A-Sad-Invention (Jan. 6, 2024 18:44:01)
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