Try to trace the line all the way back.

Find who you were when this all became you.

Try to erase the line and redraw a path.

Leave you behind to become someone new.

Try to suffer the heartache of losing your mind.

Because your mind doesn’t matter if it keeps you here.

Try to rekindle the joy of an imagined before.

Because truth should stay silent if it locks you in fear.

But know it’s all futile and the line is forever.

It’s hard and rigid and tattooed on your time.

But keep wishing the curve, any slight deviation

Because hope is what keeps me hoping your mine.

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