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21 GRAMZ
Current mood:
blah
the soul weighs 21 grams, and he feels just that much lighter.the body lying on that bed belongs to no one,as he lies awake,the smooth night air his sore hearts sole solace,the words he wishes to scream come out of a mouth one metre to the left.how i wish to shield him from the half truths he believes,but his faith lies in another,i am merely the serum that slipped away.take one more shot of me.he types to keep the thoughts at bay,i type to keep him intact;he sings for sweet release,i sing begging for him to stay;he eats to forget the bitter aftertaste of the ones dearly departed,i eat so that he may remember the joys they gave him.the body i watch awake belongs to no one,but the me far too light to shake his tired bones belong to a sole heart.his sore heart.my 21 grams.
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