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Not yet corpses, still we

Rot. I smell something rotten. It’s foul, drifting from somewhere and from nowhere I try to follow it But it’s

These words scrawled hastily upon my soul Embedded in the empty spaces Where you used to be I’ve heard it

I’ve gotten good at making up metaphors I’ve gotten good at stretching the truth out of proportion And all these

I am the forest fire And I am the fire And the forest And I am a witness watching it

proud. be proud of me i ache to hear words like this. and you say it. but i cannot hear

you lie. you say it again. you lie. i know so because you couldn’t. you wouldn’t! you lie! i know.

i tried, i did. i tried but couldn’t i’m running so fast i almost did but couldn’t. i couldn’t keep

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