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Not Waving

Breaking Down

By The OmnichromiterPublished about a month ago 1 min read

Stuck in the space between

Where things are heard, not seen

Broken, with a price called free

Got lost in the entropy.

Found my role in a tragedy,

Treat it like its a comedy.

I wish that I could just be;

I wish that I could flee.

Cause I'm not waving,

I'm drowning.

I'm not flying,

Just falling.

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