i was the fourth of third and the first of none. came out of the earth and spat from the sun. carried by the current that drowned my best friend and washed up ashore from a frozen ocean. irony circulates and ghosts haunt your home. i turned to find you there standing alone. wishfully elated waiting for a world to end and begin again. i was the sympathy for a funeral of friends and the apathy when we burned those bridges. when actually they never cared to stay. you let the flood gates up. forever take you away. i hope you see what this has done to me. an avalanche. an ether dream. you claimed me esoteric. hypocrisy. now i can see whole heartedly your fallacy.
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