maybe i was crying too hard,
i couldn't hear your yells,
maybe you were drowning, brother,
maybe i'm full of shit.
i was listening echoes gone,
your voice a silent, broken song,
if i play until my fingers bleed
and the notes sound strong,
will your voice sound sweet?
because i'm an echo too, my brother,
there's no other,
but you and me.
though i should add,
the other echoes made me sad.
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