lizzicess
You feel the need to chat through times
When different memories come alive
Hold me close prepare to die
Drinking wine through silent minds
My mouth outspoken weary and strange
Your ideas fade into times of rage
Chat through tasking days ahead
Holding dreams you wish would bend
Dying into syringes of pain
Counting the days hoping stay the same
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