over time all memories
led straight to your death
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I rethink and retrace our lives
trying to come up with a different conclusion
I won’t find peace in an illusion
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the ending is not the point
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I stepped in a theatre today
and the first prop that caught my eye
was a coffin onstage
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and I fell back into the hole you cratered
the ending is a guillotine
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trauma doesn’t know what time it is
lovely work
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Thank you very much for your kind words of support. All the best to you.
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