what a vicious cycle.
paper seeds fill the air on big screens.
these blankets can only cover up so much.
hidden in between is a feel you left unseen.
unheard, it's a word in a world we don't speak.
nobody will understand this but you,
don't pretend you don't see that there's so much to do.
and to have done.
this is the one chance.
but we can't take it.
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