Who causes pain to run in our veins,
as water through a stream?
And what floods our minds to the point of no salvation?
Walls speak their hushed words of wisdom,
numbing the burn we brought upon ourselves.
They stand when we can't.
We see through souls, whose liveliness
brings distance between those who were once alike.
We were once there, as them.
Our minds race at the speed of light- workaholics- they crash.
The marks we leave a cry for help, battle scars,
or a torn up white flag?
They fade without a trace, leaving us truly alone.
Replacements will soon arrive.
The favor once given will not be returned.
That mirror had grown dusty.
The spring that once measured time, rusty, it too snaps.
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