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Here's a photo of the workspace I made this in.
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I didn't want to sing, but there are lyrics.
Helped into rotting chair,
I don't think that I'll get back up this time.
Sit under darkened skies,
Your heart seems to be there and unlike mine.
But if you entered you'd swear it's there.
There's nothing else, oh, nothing else in me.
Don't drown in memories or thoughts,
Of what we all just might have been.
But a quick glance to the clouds ,
Will always show that, yes, there is a sky.
To get there is quite simple,
Cause all you have to do is pray and die.
I'm not transparent. I know I'm real.
And yet there's nothing left out there to see.
Without fulfillment, settle for dust.
You know there's not too much you want to be.
