Losing
Losing touch of what almost feels real.
Losing aside of what to feel.
Everything around me is slowly falling.
My heart breaks apart as they pronounce love is art.
What am i suppose to do? when everything i am falls and slowly fades and
everything i try to be for you...slowly drifts and floats away.
This pain that rains is real...This pain is the rain. i'm dying slowly to notice..
I've finally lost touch of you.
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