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thumbing through the pages

of what was once us

makes me wonder if possibly

it was not meant to be from the beginning



your breath on my neck

your hand in mine

i never meant as much

as i did then i suppose



it seemed to be too easy

too easy to just walk away

too easy to breath alone

yet we are all still choking



stumble, slip, and fall

if this is how it shall be

then fall i will

i already have once before



your breath on my neck

your hand in mine

i never meant as much

as i did then i suppose



hold steady my dear

you must learn

learn to never regret

yet we are both still drowning



i'm pretty sure that

i have been through this before

giving up for the greater good

why am i so stupid



there is no cure for this

there is only the ritual

there is always the sacrifice

yet we are all still falling



so as i sit here thumbing

i hope that you have stopped

stopped falling

stopped drowning

stopped choking