my words.

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I've forgotten the words that I need.

The real words. The precious ambiguities.

The Shakespearean quotes and the clever names.

A song title. Some numbers.

A few half baked promises.

The words that had an unexplainable twist of hope in them.

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They've slipped out the window. I saw them leave.

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So here's what's left. Here's the simplest explanation of this blurry, chaotic suitcase of words.

I'm dropping them now, like the others.

I want to watch them go, like the others.

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1. Stop playing these games. They are dumb. They are stupid.

Can you please just say what you mean.

And if you don't mean it, then don't say it.

But - say something. Anything.

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2. I can't give you logic. The more you question the logic behind it all, the less logical it all seems. There's no logic in madness. But there's method.

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3. It's colourful and it smells like dust and (paradoxically) rain.

It's a dark, burning orange sunset that's been stained into my skin.

It's a myriad of suspicious conceptualisations. Too many to be real.

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4. I've been waiting for you a long, long time.

I'm really tired. I suspect you are too.

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5. The sun is going to explode.

The rivers will dry up and the trees will bend over.

The stars will give in to apathy and let go.

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6. I wish my rhetorical questions weren't rhetorical.

The voice less familiar could give an answer.

Could decode this.

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7. Eternity isn't as far away as you might think.

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ally.