i will see it through
the doors to this place
have been sealed
and the wounds on my face
have all but healed,
but i will see this through
i will not be scene,
this seen is nothing new
i have been, but will not again,
the picture you painted
will not hold up to
the time it took to paint it
i wish i was down for you
to give up on me,
but in the truest form
our shadows torn
made giants by the setting sun
dancing in the halls,
these walls have much to learn
i will see through you,
will not be you,
but rather see you through
this.
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