Flat clouds laying like a force
Forbidding either one of us to touch
Reminding me there's no reason to
Reach up and try for the sky


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Wired fences and leafless trees
Looking out on vast reaches of dead grass
Giving me endless reasons to want to die
Yet life doesn't want to push me away.


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Twisted strips of paper, layered in writing
I no longer care to listen to
Words scrolled in a flawless hand
But with hate against my broken soul

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At last, I have made my way to a sullen coffee shop
Full of memories no one but myself remembers
I sit, and look out the window. Where's my tree?
Gone... Like everything else in this world.