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What could I feel when I’m empty inside?
Nothing, nothing but hollow spaces and empty corners that remind me of what could be.
There is nothing but time here, time to watch you stumble around in circles and fall, slip thru the cracks inside your mind.
Time to pick you up as it gets harder to every time.

Not knowing who you’ll be, knowing you’ll change as you fall from your high.
knowing so much.
I’m under all your pressure, under all your hurt.
Your so high in the sky playing in your dark castle in the clouds, while I’m waiting to catch all of the pieces that you become.

I expected your understanding, but all I could do is try.
Because its too hard to say goodbye.