Loss of Wisdom
There's a stitch in my mouth and if you were to pull it I might unravel into cutoff sentences and moments that never happened.
Refuse and I might stay the same but
I'm full of holes and loose strings
Partially mended or left forgotten to rot with all my other visions for the future
So if you don't, someone else will.
Refuse and I might stay the same but
I'm full of holes and loose strings
Partially mended or left forgotten to rot with all my other visions for the future
So if you don't, someone else will.
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