things I have been thinking about

Echo

I break through,
those clouds, those sunshines of evil minds,
I came through,
it, me, and right past you.
We were never going to work it out,
not the way it needed to be straightened out.
There are echoes when you refuse to look past.
Echoes inside echoes.
We were never going to make it through.




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