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I leave everything just a bit paler,
but never worse for wear.
I feel your energy being sucked out even as I look you in the eyes.
Why is it always about you?
For once, let's just let you fall a bit.

Take away the vibrant things from you and you're just a pair of blackened lungs and accusing eyeballs, really.

I'm not exaggerating.

I've thought about it a lot, cause you can still do all the things you need to do with just those.
Your lungs can breath in and slowly descend, as if you could still be using that air to yell
Those eyes always look mean.
Show me that look again, again, and try and ask for something more than you deserve.
Your life, forever continuing on.

I'm just like you, if you think about it.

I'M NOT AND WILL NOT AND CAN NOT AND SHALL NOT SO CRY AGAIN, AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN

My headlines will not read out, because they aren't as worthy and never could have been, to be honest.