Your voice
was garbled
and distant
like it was travelling
through vacuum
to reach out
and hurt
over and over
But
I am not what I was
and I know now
That your mind
is the vacuum
and your words
are but
wind in my ears.
was garbled
and distant
like it was travelling
through vacuum
to reach out
and hurt
over and over
But
I am not what I was
and I know now
That your mind
is the vacuum
and your words
are but
wind in my ears.
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