Designer: Manikka
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The clock's ticking is steady as my breathing; slowly in, deeply out, with not so much as a sound past my systems. The air is thick, around here..not at all like my air around you, not at all like the world around you; where everything's novel, where everything's new..where all I can do is hope it all stays true -where all I do is try to stay (ha ha).

Because past the clock, my sorry eyes close and let the heaviness breathe. Past the easy current of time, I've learned to excuse myself into dimensions of old thoughts and daydreams.

What exactly is that smile doing to me? Here I am, hours after, slipping into moments on display. You don't know what that smile's doing to me. Or I'd like to tell myself you don't when you obviously do -or obviously should. Are you doing this on purpose? Have you any idea what you're doing to me?

You're giving me every possible reason to see past all the damn hurt.

Don't get that moonlight out of your hair (:
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