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I think I remember seeing you
my mind so detached ,you were a blur
sense heightened to the highest
everything faded
all hurt seemed outdated
me in this atmosphere of action minus words
sound drowns to murmurs
if only they mattered
wallking on concrete became walking on air
feeling no breeze or weather feel
not cold nor hot
no change to break me
no one to call me
snatch me from in between the demensions
something knows where I go
peace ....im out
out this world
outta mind
outta site
outta reach
tryna to bring me back to the unevitable
its too much to bear
lots to take and suffer through
peace..... im out
words that try to reach my ears
a message I must hear but dont
its not important enough to take me out
it just puts me deeper in
just as I close my eyes n let it all impale me
its peace.... im out