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The streets are filled with me,
The streets are filled with you.
its difficult to see,
its impossible to understand.
the band,
the band of brothers.
of whom will die and kill,
I sit in a solid room
You’re floating in a tomb.
Here I go again, distant from my present,
Traveling to a ‘passive’ torment.
It’s an unwritten taboo to mourn, for too long for someone,
