i put on your words in my head like a record and it plays over
and i drift away between rain and violin strings. there are some days blue some days violet and many days a sick mix of colors -- i don't want to feel.
and you remind me about logic and i know there's none
because its inside -- the heart, it is inside and i know everything inside is a mess like my head my heart my world,
me
but you insist everything's a once in a lifetime, and i'm so quietly afraid. and if everything were to be once in a lifetime,
i'd choose to be alive.

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