waiting and watching for the breakdown, everyone is on you.
keep your head up,
your flowers are falling,
unto the fading memories.
the flowers grow to and fro until they give up.
nothing left to give,
just another sign of surrender.
the walls cave in,
whispering to give in,
but you my dear your special,
one of a kind.
yet how could I give up when there's so much life.
fallout of the trance,
society wants you to dance into surrender of the fallout.
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