Wounds
The valley of my thoughts over throw the constant blur of reality. Where do we stand? Are the threads of your world still woven with mine? Knowing you has become a foreign concept, understanding you has detached itself from me completely. I am still here, my eyes only for you. Will our wounds ever heal?
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