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unfinished picture
i see it on my wall
it's who i was and what i used to be, i dont remeber. anything.
and i cant stand the beating of my poor pulsing heart.
my jazz melodies so twisted and black.
we were happy.
but the picture was unfinished.
neither was it ready to be completed.
the only thing that hurts, is knowing that you're not close.
it's all ive ever wanted. and to throw it all away....
no worried. ill carry on my countless life.
ill throw it away, try not to remeber.
becasue i was so blind to realize love, this picture will always be unfinished. black and white.
