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Crawling
You're still lost within the time
The ultimate crime
That you couldn't really hurt
but now you're gone and just inert
You try to find meaning in the days
That it wasn't just a phase
That you could just lay in the sun
and never say you jumped the gun
and you lie wide awake at night
Hard at thought, ready to write
You wrote on a piece of paper "I think this time, I'll be okay"
But you don't really know, your thoughts never stay
