Everything 

Is so hazy 

Right now, I can't even see with my glasses on

Failing words,

Unkempt herds

The shepherd's no longer in hold of the lawn

Mutated,

Green, blue, red

My eyes are entirely colour blind

Broken wood

Thrashed for good

Tossed out next to a sawdust pile

I don't know where I am anymore,

Where am I? 

Where are you?

I look at the river from the railing of the bridge

I'm gonna jump

No can do

Did you know

That sorrow

Is the name of a river flowing in my blood

It smells harsh,

It only scars

Damp and red, it's fully covered in mud

Hot and cold

Flashes mold

All my leaves are shedding like a dying tree

Should I talk

Should I walk

I think I'm already a dead body

I don't who I am anymore,

Who am I? 

Who are you?

I look at the river from the railing of the bridge

And I jump

Fine now, are you?

.

.

Yes I am.

Are you?

.

.

I think I am.

Are you?

.

.

No, I'm barely getting through.

Now that's true.

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