but it really is a beautiful song."
a long tunnel ahead; i'm looking for a constant.
a shadow of a shadow of something that just might stay.
two late cups of coffee, filling my head up to the brim of awakening-
but i? am i spilling over?
i can feel my own continuous up and down, rise and fall-
but i live for those days of rise, rise, rise, rise. i may not have a constant,
and maybe continuous does not exist and maybe sometimes i am searching for an exit,
but even if i fall- that won't be continuous either.
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