Holding Hands
Cam Converse
Walk at the beach

My HomeI wake up in the shower. The red specks are still there. Why? I can't remember. Not that it mattered. None of it mattered. Not anymore. Not anymore.My Home
I walk down the street; my ankles are my weights. The demons are around me. Don't stop. They don't listen. My demons disappear; my protection gone. But I'm going anyways. So I guess it didn't really matter. None of it mattered.
Not anymore. Not anymore.
I come to an old lady. Well, she runs into me. Her eyes are gone; carved out by old hands of her clock. I can see flakes of rust on her face still. How agonizing the pain must have been. It makes
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