i am tired of the dim light
my sin is boredom
it connects us
yet it is a lie
we are so far apart
as we sit together
i cry
judge judged
you laugh
i laugh
blinded by truth
my glasses fail
we miss each other
and yet we sit side
by side
i choose
no more one small place
one only
the dim light remains
we sit remains
i no longer care
such a fragment of
the way it is
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