My eyes peer, glazed and dripping life,
through the chilled September breeze.
My lips yearning to taste it.
What sacrifice must I make?
A slow motion movie constantly in my head.
I live through the imaginary,
and imagine the reality.
Here I am settling.
I've accepted failure,
I just want to fail doing what I love,
loving who I need.
Stranded....
...with my head in my hands.
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