This isn't a cry for help, as I listen to a song for you twist into dark gargles.
The upbeat melody is playing high, happy beats;
And, I'm drowning in its echoing seams.
Between the words and verses, I lose track of time.
How did it make me happy before?
When was I whistling and did I ever hum it?
Did that really happen?
I just know that I lost something again.
I lost the happy tune.
I know the hope I had slipped through my fingers,
My bright belief in you.
Good thing I have other outlets.
Shame though, I liked where it was going.
I hate relying on myself.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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