Literature
Portrayed11
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Here is the attention I've lost
Gazing into photographs never developed in my mind
Asking myself if you still see what is missing behind my eyes?
What could not be left alone-
Are all these memories burning cold...
A foolish thought, you'd make believe a better place
Through all this radiance, the sunlight divides the haze...
And there's a break in the morning
Before I close my eyes to sleep...
Darkness enters another world far away from me
And I feel more comfortable writing down everything
That makes me who I am, outside this body...
There is innocence in the graveyard where I walk