If I lock the voice, cover my eyes, change this picture, erase the wounds, redraw the expression, subtitle the dialogue, release the air, capture a wish, clip our emotions, pin my hair, forget the image, scream, color in the mistakes, hide reality, pull the dream, call further, reach further, wipe this salt, record in black and white, then it can be that way it will be.
To think. This became everything.
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